I experienced a completely surreal moment when my Mom and I were at a cottage this weekend. We were busy getting dinner ready, cracking jokes, reminiscing about the past, just enjoying the buzz of a great summer day when she suddenly commented on how nice it was to stay in a small simple house. I'd been feeling the same way, but hadn't realized it until that moment. It was completely liberating to be free from my things -- my precious things I've built a whole house around. At the cottage the cupboards were bare, the closets empty, the furniture sparse. It was bliss! Being there with my folks reminded me of growing up in a similar small house. It was tiny and I always complained that we could afford to live in a better house. But really, it was all we really needed. Because now we are slaves to our stuff. I hate that I continue to waste my life shopping for, putting away, tidying, looking for and throwing out all my precious stuff. I wish that I didn't NEED things to make me happy. Maybe it's not too late.