About ten years ago I talked to a man who made a decision to relieve himself of all his belongings, keeping only the essentials, like a bed and the clothes on his back. He didn't attempt to sell his possessions or even give them away, he just put it all in a container in the street, and let the passers-by help themselves to it. He never looked back, and as far as I know only felt a huge sense of relief.
I was fascinated by his resolve, but at the same time convinced that this would never happen to me. Only now it is beginning to. I don't know if what I have started will eventually go that far, or if I will reach a point where it will be (less-) enough. But I never imagined feeling so detached from all this stuff that I for a lifetime have been seeking out and dragging home with me from all over the world. So far, I have stuffed and thrown out several garbage bags. Other bags have been donated to the local kids flea market. Next month another truckload (literally, ugh) will arrive from storage, and I will have to do it all over again. But eventually I plan to be free of it all. And even though I could use the money, I feel that I am getting paid in freedom just by getting it out of my life.
I would not describe myself as a minimalist (although I may be turning into one?), and I definitely love luxury. But more than anything I love the freedom of a simple life. Ultimately I just want to be happy, and clutter is not the recipe for that. A couple of years back I launched the small sticker project "do you speak Sandra"? This was the first:
Wanting more is getting old. It would seem I have been heading in this direction all along, it only took me another two years to realize. Life is way too short for this kind of reaction time!
Oh, and summertime has arrived, so far only the clocks are affected.