When we think of decluttering, we often think of clearing out a living space and making an area organized and neat so that our minds can be indirectly impacted.

It has always been a habit of mine to clean out my environment; my soul simply cannot be at peace in a messy space.

And one sneaky little thing that mimics a messy space, thereby causing our minds to be restless and all over the place, is our cell phones. While we use it, we feed our brains with cheap dopamine, which keeps us hooked.

But something nasty about cheap dopamine is that it never truly satisfies you. The moment you stop, your brain rebels and forces you to pick it back up again.

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When I think spirituality, I cannot help but remember an encounter that reoccurs every time I drop my phone down.

One thing about me is that I usually make it a point to rest when I’m on my off days from work, and that usually includes me sleeping in and doom scrolling with reckless abandon when I eventually wake up.

So one day I decided to lock my phone up in a bag that was hard to get to, and actually spend my day offline. Five minutes in, I had a strong urge to give up and just get my phone back, but I fought through it.

I decided to get busy by reading a book, and surprisingly, my dopamine-addicted brain took well to it—at least it was something fun to do.

I managed to read for an hour before eventually getting bored and seeking something else to do. After minutes of pondering, I was suddenly moved to practice some meditation in an attempt to reconnect with my soul.

I needed it too because my brain was relentless in activity; I had to quiet it down somehow. And so I began meditating; every time a distracting random thought popped up, I would redirect my focus to the airflow in my lungs moving in and out.

This was my first time in a long time meditating, so it took me a while to adjust, but eventually the population of thoughts tapered down and I existed in silence. In that moment, I felt truly at peace with myself in a way I didn’t realize I needed.

Then a voice nudged me to get on my knees and pray. Typically I would have questioned the voice, but I meekly followed it this time, as though I trusted the voice. I talked to God and had a much-needed conversation.

After this experience, I realized just how detached we are from our purpose in life when we busy our minds with our phones and gadgets. I made it a point to keep my phone away anytime I was opportune to be alone and off work.

You’d be surprised at how many things you could get done in a time period without the distraction from our phones. And how much more advanced in our spirituality we would be if we included our phones in the decluttering process.

Yes, cleaning up our rooms and houses also helps to clear out the mind, but if our brains are still distracted by the tiny apps on our phones, are we truly achieving the end goal of minimalism?

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