Personal Narrative-Destructiveness In The Workplace

Bang! The door slammed shut as I made my way down the steps. A musty odor suffocated me as I began to sweat in the heat of my grandma’s basement. Looking around, I noticed that every inch of the concrete floor had an object resting on it. Mountains of rusty paint cans overflowed in the back corner while worn out jackets hung suspended on a coat rack. While I examined the piles of unnecessary belongings, I found yellowed papers, cracked Tupperware, shards of broken glass, and dozens of shoes that smelled like stale crackers. My immediate reaction was that of disgust, and even walking to the back of the room should not have been as difficult as it had been. Astonishment filled my expression of how unkempt the filthy room was, and I decided that my life would not end up the same way. This thought is what sent me briskly home to educate myself of the ways to tidy up my own life. I peered into my own disheveled room,
I knew how much work I had done, yet the space still seemed like an old antique shop filled to the brim with an assortment of useless belongings. I did not know what was missing, so I turned my attention to the trusty internet. While seeking answers to my dilemma, I found that many people had inquiries that were similar to my own; I was not alone in my pursuit of decluttering. Because I was not sure what exactly I was looking for, I ended up clicking on a link with information about a practice called minimalism. I had not been familiar with the term previously, and researching different minimalist lives was one of the most eye opening experiences I had ever had. As I explored deeper and deeper into bare minimalism, I established that living a simple life was something that strongly appealed to me. Maybe I didn’t need….maybe I could just live off of the bare minimum. It was not a just another method of decluttering, but rather a lifestyle that I was in dire need