What we ended up with, at the end of a deep dive into our cupboards and our cooking ambitions, was a pretty simplistic list of tools that get food on the table and make life easy for us. Your list might look different. That’s OK.
Too often I’ll see my kids abandon toys after mere minutes or start piling toys near them but then not play with what they have so near. This made me curious enough to do some research on the subject of how many items a kid needs in a playroom.
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.
Over the years, I’ve had to develop a short list of ways I can still look like I have a semblance of a healthy life without the ability to “give 110 percent” to fitness.
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?