You can’t reach for anything new if your hands are still full of yesterday’s junk.
In late 2015, I came to Ireland with a suitcase and a laptop bag. By summer 2018, when my husband and I moved house for the third time, we had to hire a van and two extra pairs of hands just to move everything we owned from one part of Dublin to another. This was after at least two rounds of decluttering across one year, and twenty-something bags of stuff we’d sold, donated, or thrown away. Even so, our old living room looked like a hurricane had blown through a Walmart and then dumped everything in a box.