A Simple Approach to Living With Less

Ask the Readers: What are the Hardest Things to Get Rid Of?

In your pursuit of simple living, what has been the hardest thing to get rid of?

Do you struggle with emotional attachments to sentimental items?

Is it more challenging to pare down your children’s toys?

Perhaps it’s deciding what hobbies and pastimes you should keep and which to give up.

Is it the everyday clutter that has accumulated over time that is the hardest to deal with?

Simply Love

There are few things as basic and simple in design as love. It doesn’t need explanation and it doesn’t need much fanfare. Love has some awesome qualities all by itself.

* Love is a foundation to build our lives on.
* Love is committed even when our feelings fail us.
* Love is flexible and forgiving when we mess up.
* Love is motivational and encourages us to be better.
* Love is unexplainable and cannot be contained.

Getting Back on Track to Living With Less

– Where did all this mess come from?! Didn’t I just go through all this stuff? It happened again. The clutter in our house has reached the point where it cannot be ignored. I admit it. I’ve desperately been trying to ignore it. Well…actually I think it would be more accurate to say I’ve been […]

Waiting on Time

Yesterday was my oldest child’s birthday. He turned 12! It’s always fascinating to me how my children’s birthdays make me feel older than my own birthdays. Looking back, my parents seemed so much older when I was twelve. The reality is there isn’t much difference at all. They seemed so much older and wiser when […]

Help! My Daughter Became a Minimalist

Editor Note: This is a guest post by my mom, Vickie Sloderbeck. She blogs with me at our new site Back Home by Choice.

When Faith first started talking about minimalism, I remember thinking, “Okay, so what’s the big deal? I’ve been dejunking and throwing stuff away most all my life.”

You see, I grew up in the military and when I married my husband, he went through medical school on Navy scholarship while attending medical school. Upon graduation, we then served with them for five years. When I calculated how many times I’ve moved in my life, I came up with 24! That’s meant I’ve dejunked a bunch so this concept was not a new to me.