I didn’t wake up one morning and decide to become a minimalist.I woke up, stubbed my toe on a laundry basket, and realized my home was slowly plotting my demise. For months, I’d been telling myself I didn’t really have that much stuff. You know, just the usual—overflowing closets, a “miscellaneous” kitchen drawer that’s really 87% expired soy sauce packets, and a bookshelf so full that one sneeze would cause an avalanche