I don’t even try to pretend that I’m a minimalist, even if I was, I’d have to combat the daily clutter that is our home. The woman of the house, my lovely partner, is a bit of a hoarder. Not in the sense of dirty tunnels through rooms we’ve all seen on reality TV, but it’s definitely there, to a degree. She is one of those extreme coupon women that can get down with the deals too. I went well over a year without having to buy deodorant once upon a time. So there are perks to living with this type of personality, but she can be quite messy at times (on top of the 2-year-old of terror).
Late one night when I couldn’t get to sleep and had mere hours to go before getting out of bed and slaving away all over again (back when I had a job), I stumbled across a friend of a friend’s Instagram. The man claimed to be an aspiring minimalist. I recognized the word, but was only familiar with the term in regard to art (that weird shit I don’t get). So like any other time I come across something I don’t know, I Googled it.
This search lead me a few different places, but ultimately I discovered, the Minimalists. It was a little crazy at first, but the more and more I read, I was into it. Why hadn’t I discovered this before? I didn’t get too crazy with it, but I kept reading, and started trying to evaluate my life, and relationships—which was a bit difficult. But soon I found myself getting rid of a lot. I didn’t want to wait and hassle with the selling of used stuff, so if I didn’t have someone to give it to, and the item was perfectly reusable, I left it out by the dumpster. Someone is always on the come up. Nothing lasted unattended for very long.
Everything that could be donated or recycled, was. I reduced my stuff to a modest size that I was quite proud of. I knew exactly where every personal item of mine was at all times. There was some conflict between the woman and I, but eventually I came to appreciate minimalism as the way it works for me and I look at the world a bit differently now—not to imply for a second that I have got my shit together, at all.
I like minimalism, and I hope to progress in my journey, as for the first time in a long time, I’m starting to feel good about being me.
It simply comes down to making room in your life for only the things that truly matter, that add value to your life—whatever that may be, because it will be different for each individual, and it goes far beyond material possessions.
“Love people, use things. The opposite never works.” —the Minimalists