Over the last two years, I have slowly been purging my life of things and relationships that make me unhappy. It all started organically and it hasn’t always been easy. As I realized how difficult this journey could be, I started reading, listening and watching more about the minimalism movement.

Don’t get me wrong—I love all this stuff. There’s so much great advice out there, provided by people who have everything a lot more together than I do.
What I noticed, though, was the pure earnestness of it all. These minimalism gurus are so Zen. They spark joy. They tell me that I, too, can live with two t-shirts and one pair of jeans if I really want to.

Well, none of that is me. I have kids. I have a job. I experiment with weird ingredients in the kitchen. And I’m not about to reduce my entire skincare routine to a dollop of coconut oil.

There’s a big “but” coming. BUT (see?), I honestly believe that if everyone were willing to live a bit more simply, we could have a gigantic impact. With our collective actions, we can reduce greenhouse gas emissions, downgrade corporate greed and create a happier, more fulfilled society.

And honestly? All the crap in your house, covering your desk and filling your closets is stopping you from being happy. It’s taking time away from your family and your life. Every dollar you spend on stuff you don’t need is lining the pockets of people who are destroying the planet and our communities.
Of course, living with less is a lot easier said than done. Changing lifelong habits and adjusting how you think is hard. So here I am. The Snarky Minimalist to the rescue. When the going gets tough, the tough use sarcasm as a coping mechanism.