I finished reading the Stuffocation book last week and there were a few things that stuck out to me.
The most important is that minimalism isn’t the end goal. Rather, it’s an enabler for the life I want to live. Admittedly, when I first started this journey, my goal was to have the least amount of things possible. I would worry about the clothes that I should/could throw out or donate. I would obsess about the number of shoes I had in my closet.
A lot of the books I’d read focused on the throwing-away part. But this book really stressed the importance of striking a balance. It’s not a contest about having the least amount of stuff — it’s about finding that state where I have enough, but not excess. It shouldn’t be a fixation on decreasing the number of things that I own — which I’ve been guilty of — but the focus should be on spending my time wisely (of which throwing away stuff can be a contributor since it frees up a lot of time… but it shouldn’t be the end goal, see?). After all, what’s the point of having all this free time to myself, only to squander it on mindless online surfing?
The book talked about breaking the hold that stuff has on me. Whether it’s an obsession to accumulate stuff or an obsession to live with the least amount of stuff — it’s still an obsession. I think this is where my new and renewed routines come in — meditating, reading, writing, connecting with people, cooking, exercising…
Another point I liked was that things should be made to last. I’ve used things til they fell apart. I’ve thrown out a lot of clothes and shoes because I’d torn holes in them. (I had one particular pair of jeans… I tore a hole in one knee. I still kept wearing it — I convinced myself it looked fashionable. Haha. Then, I tore the other knee as well. I threw it out soon after that because I noticed the butt area was getting reallllyyy thin and I was probably going to tear a hole in that area next…)
I’ve also gone through phases where I was especially attracted to cute, cheap things, but fortunately that isn’t the case now. None of those items are in my closet now… they’ve fallen apart ages ago.
I keep thinking back to how people used to live decades ago, where people had things that lasted years and years, and didn’t replace them til they fell apart. That’s something I now aspire to.