Zero waste can happen for the rest of us. Still, you can’t go from 6 thousand to zero in no time flat just like you can’t go from 0 to 60 in no time flat. Your tires will burn out or you will get tired. Oh so tired. Here are some solutions for the rest of us.
I still have fond memories of watching mom or grandma cook and occasionally helping out. The most important gift of all was our time together. Today, as the girls and I spent time making lunches in the kitchen, I hope that they will savor these moments in the future and try to recreate them with their own children one day.
Whenever I meet another minimalist, I feel that same camaraderie as I used to feel when I met another marathoner. We cheer each other on, we talk about reaching small goals. I sincerely hope minimalism doesn’t become a competition, a zero-sum game where you aren’t a minimalist until you have the least amount of things and are living in a shack in the woods with no windows…and then a lean-to because you feel the need to do better than the guy with the walls.
In essence, the research shows that kids who engage in more screen time experience lower self-esteem and higher anxiety and depression. The results make sense but what does it look like on an individual level?
I admit, recently I’ve left the linen closet door open to marvel at it at how organized everything is. I know that’s lame and I should be embarrassed over my lack of KonMari-approved folding skills but I don’t care…it’s glorious.
Doing laundry is a pain. So, one way I deal with it is to have less of it. Here is my method for paring down the kids’ clothes:
Heart-palpitating moments bring up an opportunity for me to write about anxiety and money, so it isn’t all bad. After all, who hasn’t felt anxiety over money? If you haven’t, you are missing out of some sweet lessons on how fear can simultaneously be your concierge motivator and paralyzer. Fun stuff. Hey, have you checked your credit score recently?
There is that part of me that wants to chant “One of us, one of us” just to make you nervous. Minimalism, however, isn’t about an adoption in a set of codes and morals that feels akin to finding a new religion.
After what felt like a year of cleaning up the same mess, I gathered all the toys that my children barely touched and packed them away in the car to drop off at Goodwill. After I added knick knacks and what I cleaned from my closet, I ran out of room in my sedan and had to fit the rest in what would be 5/6ths of my husband’s Buick Enclave.
This winter has been rough! How rough? Yesterday, I was eye-level with a rabbit. He was sitting on a snow bank in front of our window. He left a deposit. I probably wouldn’t have noticed him had I been looking at my phone. This weekend I took a day off of screens (television, phone, computer) …