Finding Your True Self | On Becoming Minimalist

“Gladys?” I asked as I unlocked her door and stepped inside her dim apartment.

“I’m in bed!” she called.

I walked down the hall and turned the corner to see my 85-year-old neighbor roll her eyes in the direction of her legs, saying: “I can’t get out. The paramedics will be here soon. Will you call my daughter?”

She paused and added, “And bring me a slice of toast?”

I returned to my apartment across the hall and smeared homemade jam on a slice of wheat toast.

Sometimes I think about that morning and the honor it was to bring my old friend her last meal at home. She seemed to know, in the moment, what not being able to get out of bed meant. She looked around her home with a sense of finality.

In an apartment full to the brim of the things she’d collected in her 85 years of life, she simply sat and waited.

I think, in a way, that this is what the simple life does for anyone who walks it.

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Today I’m over the moon to be at Becoming Minimalist sharing more of my story with Gladys and what those moments taught me about living simply.

I’m a longtime fan of Joshua Becker and his movement—inspiring people to elevate the important—so it’s an honor to share his space for the day. #lifegoals

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