Finally letting go and moving on.

For the past five years, I’ve been holding onto a storage unit filled with pieces of my “just in case” life. You know the kind—boxes of kitchenware, furniture, exercise equipment, a few sentimental items... things I might need someday.

But someday never came. And I’ve come to realize it probably never will.

This month, I made the decision to let it all go. Everything.

I’m selling what I can, donating the rest, and closing that storage unit door for the last time.

It’s a big breakthrough for me—not just practically, but emotionally. I used to tell myself I was being smart by saving those things. But the truth is, I was clinging to a version of life that no longer fits who I am now.

I live in my van. Everything I need is right here with me. If I ever truly need something again, I’ll find a way to get it. In the meantime, I’ve been carrying the weight—literally and mentally—of things that don’t serve my life anymore.

Letting go has brought a surprising lightness. A sense of freedom I didn’t even know I was craving. It’s not just about the stuff. It’s about giving myself permission to move on.

And as a bonus? I’m generating a bit of income by selling some of the items—and saving $120 a month in storage fees. That’s money I can put toward art supplies or new creative adventures. Now that feels aligned.

Minimalism, for me, isn’t about restriction. It’s about clarity. It’s about living fully with what matters—and letting the rest fall away.

If you’ve been holding onto “just in case,” I get it. Truly. But maybe—just maybe—you already have everything you need.

Here’s to lightening the load.