Thursday, 10 January 2013
The story of my stuff
Stuff permeates our houses even when we think we are over it.
We stopped buying stuff on the consumerist buying curve quite some time ago, but we are still managing it and decluttering it, hanging on to some of it just in case and generally letting it manage us.
I have -- ahem -- an embarrassment of stuff, I've reached the top of the summit and I don't like looking down and seeing it all around. The ornament there, the box of photos here, the too-much-everywhere.
I'm done with the story of my stuff.
I love space. I love how the floorboards stretch east and west with knots of age. I don't mind the occasional dust bunny blowing over them but the dog basket full of toys -- well, he only loves three of them.
There is too much. Too many books, kitchen appliances, papers, cables, jars and bottles, books, you name it --- there is too much. For goodness sake, even my computer desktop is cluttered with stuff.
Guilt keeps me trapped in stuff. If I don't manage to give it away or donate it then what do I do with it? Put it in landfill??
Well yes, maybe I do.
Maybe, if one more individual in the western world joins the minimalist movement and tries to make worthwhile decisions about the stuff, then maybe I can come out the other side making a contribution.
Minimalism is indeed a worthwhile goal.
The adventure has begun.