When I get an idea in my head, I become obsessed with it. I immerse myself it in. I read about it, think about it; write, talk and blog about it. If you’ve been reading here lately you’ll know what I mean. I have become completely enthralled with the idea of minimalism.
Here’s what I’m learning:
Sometimes when I am about to get rid of an item, I suddenly think “Oh no, I’d better keep it. After all I’ve always wanted to xyz and when I get around to it, that’s exactly what I’ll need. It would be expensive to buy it all over again.”
In the process of getting rid of clutter I am discovering what I really care about.
Suddenly as I’m about to throw away art supplies for example, I remember that I really love creating things. But herein lies the problem: it is in storing excessive numbers of items like these that is preventing me from enjoying them.
I have so much stuff that I’m keeping for that elusive day when life feels perfect and I have time; the house is tidy and the children settled. That’s when I’ll pull out say, the art supplies and create something. But because of all the crap in my life, that day never comes. I rarely do the things I really want to because I’m distracted and busied by everything else. My brain feels chaotic.
So, I’ve decided to be ruthless. Even if I think I am going to use something one day, I’m still going to get rid of it unless, a) I’m already using it regularly or b)it adds joy, inspiration or beauty to my life as it is already.
Surprisingly few items fit that criteria.