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Less Is More


"So, you're a minimalist now are you?" Zena glanced over at Clarissa. "I've heard of that channel you're watching. Seems to me, everyone's busy de-cluttering."

The two women were on their lunchbreak, and Clarissa was watching one of her favourite You Tubers. "I'm not sure I'm a proper minimalist, or if I even like that term. I've done a lot of de-cluttering though." She chuckled. "Seems like everyone's holding de-clutter-a-thons or packing parties these days."

Zena rolled her eyes. "It's just a fad. You'll see, they'll just go back to hoarding again after a couple of weeks. So, tell me, are you going to paint all your walls white and get a neutral coloured sofa?"

Clarissa grimaced. "Definitely not. I don't want to live without colour, and I don't want to be the kind of minimalist who throws out everything only to splurge on a bunch of new stuff."

"Yeah. That's just dumb." Zena shrugged. "As for me, I'm a maximalist. The more the merrier. Especially now that I've got my increase. So, what kind of minimalist do you want to be then?"

Clarissa smiled as she gathered up her things. "Oh, just a Biblical one. I think Jesus is a good example to follow."

"You're a strange one, Clarissa. Oh, here, you dropped this." Zena picked up a pamphlet off the floor. Her expression softened as she scanned it.

"That's why I want to be a minimalist." Clarissa explained. "If I live more simply, and buy less stuff, I can help support an orphan, and maybe I can help in other ways too."

Zena laughed softly. "Well, Clarissa, the world needs more people like you. Who knows, maybe you'll inspire me to start de-cluttering too."


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Copyright: Alison Lawrence

Drawing by the author

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May the Lord bless you and keep you.
Until next time.

:)




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