Space is one of those things you don’t really notice until you get some back. I gave away a big desk a while ago and instantly felt like I had room to breathe. There’s something mental about it too — like physical clutter = mental clutter.

Love seeing how everyone here connects space to different things: plants, kids, paper hoarding, that one perfect tree in the yard.

Anyone else try going ultra-minimalist just to see how long you can stand it before the “stuff” creeps back in?