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) …
You may feel dismayed to find that creative geniuses are messy folk. How about you? Are you the type of person who can’t get a task done in a room that isn’t tidy? We often use tidying as an excuse to avoid the work but there is power in a clean space despite what the …
Plastic is everywhere…obviously. From the clothes we buy (synthetic poly blends), to the diapers and toys we get for young ones, to the fast food meals we eat (silverware, lining of wrappers, straws), and our toiletries, building materials, and cleaning supplies.
Let’s be blunt. That’s too much for one concerned adult to keep track of.
Carl Jung would pin it on our evolution as hunter-gatherers. Sigmund Freud decided that our need to collect comes from our trauma in infancy in releasing our bowels, thereby instilling in us a fear of being separated from things that we feel belong to us.
Once you’ve had the workout of running to and fro in an attempt to locate all of your frocks, smocks, and socks (don’t forget coats, wedding dresses, and unmarried socks) you can commence with the culling.
The person I envision is edgy, witty, and well read. She is beautiful, strong, and wealthy. She is self sufficient but also a great partner and a doting mother of semi-free-range children. She speaks different languages, she gardens, paints, plays the ukulele, runs ultramarathons, climbs mountains, cooks wholesome meals, takes excellent photos, writes, is a great public speaker, and is generally and at all times in the running for teacher of the year.
She sounds absolutely neurotic. I probably wouldn’t even be her friend.
When I was in my 20s, engagements seemed to be taking place all around me on my college campus. What a nice thing to be loved and to love someone in return, I thought. However, when someone got engaged, the first thing people ask about isn’t how excited they are for the wedding or how wonderful their spouse-to-be is.
“Let’s see it!” We demand.
“Not enough” has become a mantra whether we realize it or not and we usually make the subject of the sentence all about us. How egotistical.