Let’s face it. Minimalism is sexy. Shiny. Aspirational….
Minimalism to me isn’t always about giving all your stuff away. In fact, it might not ever be about giving all your stuff away. To me, the meaning of minimalism is simplifying, only using and owning what is necessary, focusing on important things rather than spending your free time buying, using and watching low-quality tat.
Anyone can become minimal. Not by being dramatic, binning your entire household’s worth of stuff then regretting it almost immediately when your kids are screaming for a DVD and you can’t for the life of you work out why you got rid of the potato masher.
But by becoming more mindful of how you are using your possessions. What benefits are the physical objects in and around your home bringing you? Listening to the chattering in your mind. What is it telling you? Even if you can’t distinguish one thought from the other millions flying around your head, maybe just that fact is telling you something.
Minimalism brings focus, clarity, love and happiness. It brings a slower pace of thought, a focus on life and enjoyment, an eye for quality and beautifully made things. A chance to fully immerse yourself, and a moment to think and glimpse outside the ‘norm’.
Don’t let anyone tell you that to be a minimalist you have to own less than x number of items. Don’t get caught up in the ‘I own 50 things’ mindset. If that works, then awesome. If not, then remember you are different. We all are. The thinking behind the minimalist movement can be changed and adapted any way we wish, for it to apply to our lives.