The Bare Minimum
One mama's real & occasionally humorous minimalism journey.
For years, I've thought of myself as a sort of minimalist. Growing up, I really resented the knick knacks I spent (what felt like hours) dusting in my childhood home. Also. I have a dust allergy which totally sucks. So when I got my own place, I decided to keep things relatively simple... or so I thought.
Flash forward nearly a decade later to when my husband and I decided to move out of our townhome and buy a house. Our one car garage was filled with junk we never used. I was so proud of myself for getting rid of all of the things we no longer (or ever) used.
I got pregnant three years later so we decided to move again. This time, our two car garage was filled with items we no longer needed. Ah! I was so proud of myself for all of this purging!
For the last few years, I've been following Joshua Becker, nodding in agreement with his Facebook & Instagram posts. But have I REALLY been absorbing what he's saying? If so, then why does my house look cluttered? Why do I have to move things out of the way to prepare dinner on my kitchen countertops?And WHY do I have anxiety about all. of. the. things. in. my. house? Obviously, this poser minimalist lifestyle isn't working for me anymore.
Last night, I was reading Chapter 3 in Simplicity Parenting by Kim John Payne. The chapter is about Environment. And he pretty much says that if I want my kiddo to buy-in to the notion that she doesn't need gobs of toys, then I, myself, need to walk the walk. PREACH.
That brings me to today... (is anyone still reading?)
I've decided to hold myself accountable by documenting my journey towards adopting a more minimalist lifestyle. Here's how:
Blaise Pascal said, "If I had more time, I would have written a shorter letter." So now I'm going to stop writing and leave you be. (Sorry for all of the comma splices. It's my kryptonite.)