I was raised as a minimalist, due to circumstances I couldn’t do anything about. Being minimalistic used to be a sport growing up and although it made me sad a lot, it’s probably one of the few things I learned from my mother. When I started living on my own at seventeen, renting this very same house I still live at since my eighteenth, I continued my minimalistic lifetime for a lot of years. But lately I’m discovering I forgot about the simplicity, the rest it gave me and even the lack of pressure. My tiny forty square meters home, has become even smaller. I often regret the choices I’ve made, because I didn’t fully choose them and am more tired due to the clutter around me. That’s why for the last couple of weeks, I’m cleaning out the house. Everything I don’t need, use, didn’t know existed etcetera needs TO GO!
So where has this got me during the last couple of weeks?
- I emptied out my bedroom closet, already two garbage bags full of clothing are packed, including three pairs of shoes I bought but never wore. (Also bought a lot of new clothes which actually fit and make me feel happy.)
- Sorted out the administration pile. Believe it or not, the pile is cut in halve. Apparently I saved a lot more than needed. The left-over pile still needs to be put in their dedicated binders. But now I’m almost there, instead of nowhere at all.
- Cleaned out several of the closets in the living room. One closet and one drawer are completely empty now! Half a garbage bag is thrown away, other stuff is still waiting to be sold online/given away/donated. I now know what I do own, where it is and why it is there. To handle everything, I chose to still own it and gave it a new dedicated place to keep it for when needed. Or to disown it and throw/give it away.
- Cleaned out and rearranged the hallway closets, where above also applies to. Why the $&*# would I need THREE hammers? Or FIVE blue Ikea bags? Or one electric grill, one raclette grill and one teppan yaki grill? I really wouldn’t know… (especially since the last time I used any of them was eight years ago.) Now one is completely empty again, a joy for my cats I can tell you!
- Cleaned out one of the kitchen closets. There’s A LOT in there, since I have a big weakness for little casseroles and such. The things I didn’t use during the last year, are out. Also, my sister is very happy with some of them, since she didn’t own two-person casseroles, and that makes me very happy again too!
There still is a lot of stuff to work through. Bit by bit I see my home get bigger and bigger. Sometimes I don’t feel like it at all, but working closet by closet makes it a lot easier. Just today, when waiting for my dinner to be cooked, I quickly scanned another kitchen closet. Three bottles of oil I’m not going to use again since I’ve thrown away the fryer, five glass bottles I’m also not going to use anymore (once saved up because they look so nice and I can put olive oil in them), plastic bag filled with plastic bags (always useful btw, but maybe not THAT many), ALL THROWN OUT! Hooray!
In between all this trying to regain my minimalistic lifestyle, I still remain a collector. How does that work? Owning 15 typewriters isn’t being very minimalistic, right? Or having one drawer filled with nice papers, postcards, stamps and such isn’t either, right? Wrong! As long as I make a dedicated decision and don’t regret that decisions, or act upon it when I do, a minimalist can still be a collector too. Just don’t be an excessive consumer, think about what you do and what you don’t do. It makes life and making decisions a lot easier and a lot more relaxed!