Maximalism.

A small epiphany recently.

I've been trying to be a minimalist for a while. Less clutter. Narrow down the crafting items I really need. Filter through my jewelry. Stop piling up things in my campus office. Less, less, less...

But. I thrive in chaos. Books piled up here and there. Various colorful bags hanging from doors. Multiple projects in process in the craft room where none of the bins match and stickers cover storage units and there's a filing cabinet that I spray painted and a bright pink crocheted blanket is holding stuffies to the ceiling and two chains of Barbies line the north and south walls and a gigantic teddy bear hangs out on the bed with other animals...

Every time I clean up a space, it doesn't last long. I have cleaned up the top of my dresser many times - putting away earrings and finding homes for things, but the idea doesn't stick. I want them to lie on the top so I can see them?

Even when I end up at a hotel room, I feel at home when my stuff has exploded all over the bathroom and living area.

So, I might be a maximalist... or someone who wants to be into dopamine dressing. Yet, I do plan to keep my hoarding to a certain level; I do love the feeling of letting go of things and donating them.