The Great Decluttering Disaster of 2023
It all started, as these things often do, with an Instagram rabbit hole. One minute I was admiring a travel blogger’s envy-inducing feed, filled with pristine beaches and minimalist bungalows, the next I was knee-deep in articles about capsule wardrobes and the life-changing magic of tidying up. “I could do that,” I thought, gazing around my apartment that more closely resembled a hoarder’s paradise than a serene sanctuary.
Armed with nothing but good intentions (and maybe a touch of delusion), I embarked on my minimalist journey. What could possibly go wrong?
The Case of the Missing Spatula (and Other Kitchen Nightmares)
My first target? The kitchen. I ruthlessly purged expired spices, donated mismatched mugs I’d been inexplicably hoarding, and even parted ways with my beloved garlic press (minimalists apparently don’t believe in single-use gadgets). The result? A beautifully organized, sparkling clean kitchen… that was missing a spatula.
You see, in my zeal to embrace minimalism, I’d mistakenly thrown out my only spatula, mistaking it for a superfluous utensil. I mean, who needs a spatula when you have a wooden spoon, right? (Spoiler alert: everyone). The next morning, as I desperately tried to flip my morning omelet with a fork, I realized the error of my ways.
