I am contemplating the past year with gratitude. I have spent the last 365 days with a truly amazing man. The kind of man that makes you realize why it never worked out with someone else. The kind of man that was worth traversing the long, bumpy road of my relationship history for. I have also, despite not making any sort of resolution to do so, finally managed to get my finances in proper order. Like really proper. I feel all grown up! Maybe it’s the result of 18 months of practicing minimalism. Maybe it’s the result of actually having some extra income from my photography business in 2014. Maybe it’s the positive influence of the aforementioned new man in my life. More than likely, as so many successes are, it’s a combination of all those things and more. I also feel a foundation has been built this past year for some successful business projects. Grounds cleared and stones stacked to build something amazing on.
As I look into the crystal ball of 2015 I see…. nothing. Mostly cause I don’t have a crystal ball and I’m not really psychic. And so glad that I’m not because how boring would that be?
So I am excited about what the next trip around the sun will bring. I refuse to make New Year’s Resolutions. While every January I do try to refocus on getting in shape, I don’t consider it a resolution. Especially since I also refocus in March and July and October and November and so on and so on… I have some really exciting photo projects lined up. I have some really inspiring people surrounding me. I am working with friend on building his business and I think it’s going to be his year. The staleness, the icky and the stuff that made me say “Thank God this year is over!” are all a thing of the past. Long gone and washed away with some super sexy rainshowers. Time to jump headfirst into some artistic expression and see what adventures 2015 has in store for me.
I’m ready for it all. And I hope you are too!
Well… two months flew by. I hope everyone else is having as much fun as I am. I have been wrapped up in getting family portraits for a bunch of amazing people so that they can get their Christmas cards out. Yup, that’s right, Christmas is right around the corner, can you believe it? As far as applying the minimalist lessons I’ve learned along the way to Christmastime and gift giving, I should tell you right now that I have failed utterly. And it’s not even Christmas yet. While I tense at the though of going through all the physical things that Christmas will bring into my home, I love to give. I have no idea how I am going to about getting that under control for next year, but it seems this year is already buried under a pile of wrapping paper. And I don’t even feel bad about it.
See what happens when you’re not diligent? Guess I’ll keep trying. One day at a time and all that.
Happy holidays everyone! Hug someone today!
Clearly, my resolve to write more has been benched this year. That being said, it’s been an amazing freakin’ year. It started with the Swede, so to speak, as we had our first date on New Year’s Day and has been a whirlwind of adventures since then. I’ve been shooting, shooting, shooting and working on the photo biz, which has been going fantastically. The Swede also enjoys taking a picture or two, so we started a fun little blog with our travel pics, you can see that at his & hers photos if you feel like it.
Minimalism is still a huge priority at this point, although, being less than diligent this year has allowed way too much stuff to creep into my home/life/email. How the hell does that happen? I mean really, I have been more intentional with everything I buy. Yet sometimes I still feel totally cluttered.
In fact, I had a little minimalist meltdown this week which is what got me fired up again. I started in the garage this time and realized that a lot of the “clutter” was essentially garbage that was never dealt with. My ongoing “donation box” was overflowing, creating a bit of a mess and disorganization. And the garage was filled with empty shipping boxes from photography projects which were never broken down to be discarded (my recycling service won’t pick them up until they’re broken down.) So, 20 minutes in the garage quickly eliminated a boatload of stress that the clutter was causing in my already cluttered brain. It was a quick little eye opener as to how being diligent can prevent things from stacking up, both literally and figuratively.
So for now, I’m trying to apply due diligence to minimalism and all the other parts of my life (like writing.) Wish me luck!
“And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.” Dr. Seuss
I am NOT crafty. It’s not that I don’t have the ability to BE crafty, it’s that I really don’t enjoy it.
This discussion came up last while sitting on friends counter, going on and on and on and on about my new found love on minimalism. And in her kitchen sits a bowl of bottle caps and a vase of corks. We talked about the things she plans to do with them, create table tops and cork boards… and the truth is, I’ve always loved things like this. I would really enjoy having a little table top made out of mismatched bottle caps collected over months or years of friends getting together. or a cork board made special from the wines I’ve shared with them.
But the truth, MY truth is that this is NEVER going to happen for me. I don’t enjoy DIY projects and sincerely doubt that feeling is going to change anytime soon. So could someone please explain to me why, for the love of God, I am still holding on to what has to be HUNDREDS of wine corks? Explain how somehow, despite all of my minimizing efforts around the house, I refuse to throw away, and continue to add to the cork collection.
Well, I guess I know what I’m getting rid of tonight…
So this morning, I went for a run.
This would not usually be news, but the truth is I’ve been VERY lax with working out lately. But I got to bed at a decent hour and was up early enough to run, but before I made it to the dresser, I was already feeling my motivation wane a bit. All I needed was a single excuse to crawl back into bed and dream for another hour. Normally, I would find this excuse in my overstuffed dresser drawer that held all of my workout gear. Too lazy at 5 am to try to put together a workout outfit, I would just give up and drift back to sleep for a bit. (Bear in mind here, that I’m not all that picky about what I wear, but I do have some favorite socks and sports bras and try my hardest to avoid wearing all dark colors when I’m running outside before the sun comes up.)
But, this past weekend, in my ongoing minimizing process, I had cleaned out my workout gear, (along withe a few other drawers) got rid of all the stuff that didn’t fit right or for whatever reason I wasn’t wearing. As a result this morning, when I was just looking for any excuse, downsized options made for easy pickings and ultimately, a great run.
I totally just caught myself using the “it’s better for the environment” argument to hold on to a bunch of stuff. Specifically a multitude of coffee mugs. First I should confess that I love coffee mugs, I had a tendency to acquire them like a collection. So when I decided to move towards a minimalist lifestyle, I knew that I was going to have to get rid of a few. Not having actually counted, I believe the number was somewhere around…22. Bear in mind that I drink coffee at my home approximately once a week, if that.
Now, I have pared down the collection quite a bit. I keep
8 10 in my cupboard right now, and recognize that’s probably still more than I need. Plus, aside from the 10 in my cupboard, I have another 7 or 8 that I keep in the drawer where I keep my lunch bag. These rotate in and out of the office.
The justification, of course, being that if I bring a clean cup to the office and the dirty cup home to put in the dishwasher, I won’t use the paper cups and hence, I’m protecting the environment. But this afternoon I came up with a crazy idea. Now this is really revolutionary, so brace yourself…
What if I kept one mug at the office and washed it?
I know, crazy right? I told you it was a novel idea.
It is a rare situation that holding on to too much stuff actually helps the environment. And it’s something I’ll be working through. I started this post yesterday and can say that today, I came to the office with 6 mugs and added them to the office cupboard. My hope is that the next time someone here reaches for a mug, they will use one that I have donated to the stash instead of paper cup. What’s more environmentalist than that?
What are your justifications for holding onto excess stuff, or stuff that doesn’t suite you?
What a sweet, sweet feeling it is to have so much stuff out of my house! This past weekend, I invited a couple friends over to dig through my pile to see if they found any treasures in my trash. When they left (yes, with a few goodies) the piles of clothes and household items that were taking up massive space in my home were quickly loaded into a borrowed mini van and delivered to Goodwill.
I cannot tell you how good it feels to be making progress.
There are probably words out there somewhere to express what I’m feeling, but they’re escaping me at the moment. To say that a weight has been lifted, is a massive understatement. However, a friend I have recently visited said this to me, about herself, when I started talking about my move towards minimalism.
“I am burdened by my possessions.”
So simply stated and yet so true, the only way to express how I feel right now is to say that I am unburdened. Or at least becoming unburdened. And while I still have many possessions at this point, still an entire house full, for just myself if I’m being honest, I continue daily to downsize, donate and give away that which I do not require. I am coming to terms with the fact that not only were my possessions not making me happy, they were in fact burdening me in such a subtle way that I honestly didn’t even realize it.
It feels good to be making progress, and I recognize that I am also quickly approaching what feels like mile 20 in a marathon. There may be a wall up ahead. All of the little things, the easy things are gone. I am anticipating challenges up ahead. However, I am a firm believer that life begins at the end of your comfort zone. So here I go.
Getting rid of the clutter in my house has been freeing. Detaching from particular items has been freeing. Opening up my cabinets and seeing space and not having to think about which glass to use has been freeing. All of these little steps that I’ve been taking have helped me to feel lighter and less overwhelmed in ways that I wasn’t really anticipating. It’s improved my life in ways that I didn’t realize needed improving.
I didn’t do the standard ‘sell’ ‘donate’ ‘trash’ boxes that are recommended going into a project like this. With the exception of a few higher end pieces which will go on eBay, everything has gone into one giant dumping place, resulting in an as of yet undecided continuum of should I or shouldn’t I have a yard sale.
So, what I have is a huge pile of clothes in the spare bedroom closet, and a huge pile of “other stuff” in the garage. And a relatively small pile of items set aside and listing on eBay. And the nice thing is that my over ambivalence to selling or donating these items has resulted in giving away a lot of items to friends that needed them.
Now granted, I’m allowing my friends to decide what they need and not pushing my new-found belief system on them. Sometimes I feel guilty about that, that the old stuff that was cluttering up my life, is now new stuff that is cluttering up their lives. But I don’t really feel that it’s my decision to make. And receiving these items have made my friends quite happy. My friend K who lives on a very limited budget for her and her son, was happy to receive high quality sheets and sweaters and some books from my collection. I gave my sewing machine, which never got used, to my friend whose own sewing machine was broken and sitting in a state of disrepair for several weeks. I delivered fabrics and sewing notions to another friend who is growing a side business selling handmade quilts and quilted accessories. And what I realized was that it felt REALLY GOOD to be able to support each of them in these little ways.
That being said, I think I probably will donate what remains after my friends have gone through what I am removing. Knowing that someone will be using items that they need and maybe could not afford to purchase otherwise makes me happy. Happier than the $100 or so that I would be bringing in from a yard sale.
No one has ever become poor by giving.
In a quest to move towards a more minimalist lifestyle, I’ve recently started focusing on practicing detachment from material things. They are, after all, just things.
So when I went on vacation and returned to find that I had somehow lost my favorite dress, I had some new issues to deal with. Our group on the trip was large, eight of us total, but only one other girl. So I called her and asked if she had accidentally grabbed my dress, she had not. I called the hotel, they didn’t have it either. Damn. I realized that I had to come to terms with the fact that it was gone. Normally, this would have been quite upsetting. However, as I was trying to practice detachment, I reminded myself that it was just a dress, just a piece of fabric and it had no real significance to me.
I let go. I detached. I moved on.
And as soon as I had done so…I got a text from one of the guys on the trip. He had gone back to check the hotel room one more time, saw the dress, grabbed it and forget to tell me about it. I got my dress back yet held on to the lesson in detachment.
Well played Universe, well played.