My queen size bed is gone now. I have my futon and my son’s single bed. Looking at my home now, I can safely say I could fit my belongings in 2 rooms.
It makes me feel happy.
When I told people I was going to get rid of my bed, naturally they asked me “Where will you sleep?”
My couch turns into a bed. It’s not as luxurious as my queen, but trust me I can sleep anywhere. Most of the time my couch remains in couch position and I pass out on it with my son in my arms.
Much like the rest of the things I have parted ways with, I was hesitant to get rid of my bed. Will I miss it? What does it matter anyway? Two days after telling my friends what I wanted to do, one of my best friends came over and helped me bring the mattress to the dumpster. The bed frame was given away to a man who’s bed was broken.
I was even more excited knowing I’d never have to move that big bed again. Or take it apart and put it back together because we all know we love putting together IKEA furniture.
Even though I am committed to a minimal lifestyle, the main reason I wanted to part with my bed was because of the energy it carried with it. My marriage. Past relationships. I decided that I want no past negative memories or past energies in my home other than that of my own and my close friends with their art work and photos that hang on my wall.
That same day I gave away a shelf that was sitting on top of another shelf and also another plastic drawer unit full of my girly things.
I realize that this process is more than just me letting go but rather it feels like me starting over. It feels like a new life is beginning for me.
And my sleep feels fantastic.
Update: 20/08/2015: I still sleep on this futon, with a memory foam on top. It’s just the right hardness and softness. If that means anything.