Minimalism: A lifestyle movement I’ve been lurking around the edges of for quite some time now. Following rabbit holes on the interwebs like the blogs of these fellows and this lady, undertaking semi-serious/semi-regular household purges, engaging in sporadic Craigslist selling sprees. My interest began with a single, universe-shifting article I read in Sunset some years back about a zero-waste family of four living in a 1,400 square-foot home. Think about that. They produce NO GARBAGE. They take glass jars to the store for perishable items. While a bit extreme for my taste, I found it inspiring.
I’m fascinated by the promise of a more fullfilling, less-stressful life, yet terrified of leaving behind the Religion of Objects I’ve clung to my whole life. I am not a hoarder… far from it. But I probably have an unhealthy association between things (furniture, houses, clothes, etc.) and happiness. And having a kid last year certainly put a wrench in any de-cluttering plans I might have had.
I’ve said it before, but I think if we work very very hard at paring down the stuff, perhaps there will be more room (and time, and money) in our lives for what truly matters.
Well, big things are afoot for our family, and I now pledge that if (when!) our Wee house sells, we will use the moving process as an experiment in adopting a more minimalist way of living. 2013 is the Year I Become a Minimalist! (I hope.) My first order of business is to shrink my wardrobe by participating in Project 333. I am imagining myself as one of those Parisian ladies with 10 hangers in their itty bitty French closets.