One big reason I'll never call myself a minimalist is that I'm just too disabled for that. My migraines don't exist in my medical record but they sure do exist in real life, and my home is pretty much designed around that, as the budget allows. That's why we have an air filter (because if I catch a whiff of something funky when I'm having an episode, I'm done for), a water bar to make sure there's always a cold drink of water when I need it, fans in every room, shutters on every window, and a chair in the shower. And now I'm adding another item to the list - something I should have bought years ago but was too distracted by frivolous purchases to really get to - and that is a wedge pillow to keep my head elevated and provide enough comfort to sleep through the pain.

(Two-years-ago me would have used that chunk of the budget for a new skirt or to chase after some insignificant makeup trend.)

I keep saying, decluttering is about more than getting rid of stuff, it's about learning to differentiate between your whims and wants and your actual needs.

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I'm still struggling to find who to give the books to. Not at all surprising, but still a little disheartening. If I don't find a person and if the used book shop wouldn't want them - I'll have to let go of my guilt re: tossing books and send them to the paper recycling bin. They aren't of particular historical importance, anyway.

Next week I will release not a physical object but an intangible thing. I will release, to the best of my ability, my discomfort with making phone calls.

Continuing previous posts - I was tempted to buy a jar of cleansing balm before fully emptying my ol' biphase, but it's ok, because it's close to being finished anyway and I will need some kind of cleanser/makeup remover on hand when it empties. I am still trying to use up the makeup I didn't exactly want, after all, and it does feel like everything is coming together gradually.