One week from today, The Closet Countdown will officially be on. No more deciding, no more wondering if it was a good idea. It’s like I’m going on a journey and I’m trying to figure out what clothes to take. I must consider the activities, location, season, weather. Planing is key to a successful journey on my simplicity quest. Especially when the quest is about minimalism.
I think I identified that “icky” feeling from last week. Fear. Seriously. When I search myself and try to understand my attachment to a dress (and the rest of my possessions, actually) it all boils down to fear. Fear of living without something I think I need. Fear of living without my many options. It offends my pride to admit it. And if I choose to be honest with myself (and you), that kind of feeling seems so shallow. Afraid of living without a dress? Oh please.
It’s not about the dress in the back of the closet. Or the shoes. Or the inherited dust collectors. I believe it’s about figuring out who we are and what we want out of life and deciding to live boldly with those decisions. I must push past the fear (and pride) to find out what I can learn; to find out who I can be. No matter how “icky” that makes me feel. No matter what I must admit about my “First World” hang ups and vulnerabilities.
I’m searching for ways to gain more time to do the things l love like spend time with loved ones, write, learn about photography, go hiking, dance, and one of my favorite activities in the world: encourage people. I don’t know for sure (because I’m still testing ideas and getting rid of things), but I believe I will have a richer journey if I don’t have to lug around and take care of extra stuff. I can’t prove it yet, but I’m working on it.
Thank you for stopping by and reading my words about pride and minimalism. Your time is a kindness that fills my heart with joy and gratitude. I wish you well on whatever journey you take.