Bin and gone

I'm doing some life laundry. And I'd recommend it.

There's something cathartic about binning off the waste - and I don't mean recycling - ridding yourself of the detritus you've accumulated in life.

There's one sure-fire way of working out what's worth keeping: what value does it add to your life?

Here's some badly-drawn flow diagrams to help you apply this process for a quick and oh-so-satisfying declutter.

Clothes

Knick-knacks

People


I've gone through the grot and it's ready for the tip. It's been a satisfying day.

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