As I have been going through the process of getting rid of my stuff I have encountered different emotions. Sometimes I’m so happy to be done with a thing that has been gathering dust, taking up space and sucking energy. But sometimes, there’s a pang. Something nagging… A pang of fear.
A Few Thoughts About Fear
Sometimes we hold on to things, even things we aren’t using, because we think we might use them again, and we FEAR that if we give them away there will not be enough. That we will lack something. A classic example is clothing. I have held on to particular items of clothing (e.g. maternity clothes) ‘just in case’ we have another child. After all, I might need them! But actually if you dig a little deeper it’s really:
“What if I give them away and then need them? What if we can’t afford more?“
It’s a fear of never enough. But where does that concept of enough come from? What is enough? Again, how much do we really need?
Sure, it’s a possibility that I’ll throw something away, and then find that I need it. And maybe there won’t be enough money. But it’s unlikely. In fact, I can already see how the minimalist lifestyle is an exercise in frugality too. It’s cheaper. It’s more economical. It’s quality over quantity.
Besides, I don’t want my life governed by fear. To give stuff away is to live a life of faith; not fear. It’s generosity instead of hoarding. It’s community instead of individualism. It’s open-handed instead of grabbing and clasping at mere things. (It’s the vibe.)