It’s two days after Christmas. Actually, if you want to get technical, it’s only December 21st. My kids and I celebrated early before they left to spend the week with their dad. This year it’s his holiday and whenever that happens we celebrate before they go. I sit on the floor surrounded by opened presents, cardboard packaging, leftover twine and shiny Christmas bows. Stockings and their contents spill out all over the rug and couches. Despite my best efforts to keep up, I continue to find remnants of beautiful Santa wrapping paper, sheets of colorful tissue paper and a stray gift bag. I return most of the gifts to each of my kids’ rooms noting each small pile and reflecting on the influence minimalism has already started to take on my life. There isn’t any “junk.” My kids have had a wonderful Christmas and are thrilled with their gifts but there isn’t an excess. There was nothing purchased “just to have something to open.” I was very careful to be intentional about each item we broug...