Over the past few years, I’ve had quite the journey with becoming minimalist. From those tentative few days, opening my wardrobe and staring desperately at the collection of high heels balancing precariously on shelves higher than my head, to now, settling into a sort of soft, simpler life, as far removed as possible from the materialistic days of years past.
I’ve learned that clearing away your excesses is addictive, leaving air, space and smooth shiny surfaces. In those newly-discovered spaces, I learnt that underneath the illusion of handbags and pencil dresses was a person angry about the way society is going, a person who has hopes and dreams, beliefs and fears. A raw discovery, almost a rebirth. From polished and put together, I re-found my wilder self. Mulberry bags eventually gave way to mulberry trees, a renewed passion for the natural world, a comfortable slotting back in to my place, my self.
In those clear voids, I learnt that the void was actually teaming with life, inspiration and ideas.
Becoming more minimal, more intentional has given my mind space to breathe. I found that it a shock to have that freedom to learn and dig deep. But from that original space, I slowly began to fill my soul with ideas that nourished me, rather than buried me. I bent and swayed in the fresh air these ideas brought along with them, sometimes seemingly leaving minimalism behind in a collection of purchases, a swirl of creativity, a storm of emotions.
But as I flit from idea to idea, possibility to possibility, the mindset of a minimalist is again knocking on the door to my consciousness. That brief flirtation with excess manifested itself quickly, but the storm blew away just as fast, bringing with it the return of a new season; one of calm, of reflection. Using purchases as a crutch is a weakness I fight, but now I accept it, analyse it, and extend a branch of friendship.
So now, as the natural world starts once more to slow and settle into the muted rainbow of autumn, I take stock of the past year. A whirlwind in more ways than one, I am happy now to accept, to look for possibility over frustration, to once more become inspired by the crisp, clear air and translate that into a new way of thinking.
Another turn of the wheel. I look back to those days when I first stepped tentatively into the world of minimalism, of the idea that less really is more. Using the tools I’ve gathered, I look forward to stepping forward once more. This time more confidently, more truthfully, and always creating space for more inspiration, in whatever form that takes.