I’m not talking about money. I’m talking about objects. If you have too many objects they don’t all fit. You start stacking new rows of books in front of old rows of books. Dresses smash too tightly against slacks hiding cute sleeveless shirts. Popsicle molds cover unopened cocktail napkins cover nearly empty plastic satchels of rubber bands. Junk mail hides to-do lists making whole swaths of surface space a desert of utility.
If you can’t see it, you will forget it. Forgetting is, for all practical purposes, the same as not having it at all. Actually it’s worse because it’s robbing you of space. You would be living in a more spacious environment without these invisible space stealers.
What you are conscious of is what you will attend too. Everything else doesn’t exist. Making do with less actually makes everything you have and use a treasure. Real treasure is not an embarrassment of riches but rather the result of conscientious gratitude.