Showing posts with label minimalism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label minimalism. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

10 Months Sober: It Is Well With My Soul

I haven’t blogged in a while. A series of unfortunate meant-to-be events have halted work on the Tiny House for the time being. We are changing projects, and possibly careers, relocating again, and making even more of these terrifying real-world decisions. It has me petrified. Why didn’t we learn more about all of this in school? I have yet to use calculus in any real life application…a lesson on how to make great garage sale signs or an in-depth study of the IRS would have been more useful at this point.

In the midst of all of this change, continuing to blog has again seemed pointless.  What I am thinking, and what I have to say, is gloomy and not uplifting. It is stress, and groaning and confusion. It is without direction. It is not helpful to anyone. These are not the pretty things people want to be reminded of…certainly not while thumbing through Facebook or reading a blog. My struggle will not teach you how to downsize your own problems, or install a compost toilet. These struggles are senseless; the transitioning, futile. 

AND  I THOUGHT WE HAD THIS ALL FIGURED OUT?!

But this is reality, and God does not waste hardships – instead He uses them to teach lessons, ignite a change, and bring us closer to Him. Purpose exists.

I suppose it’s worth it to say, that because it is not on social media, I have been pretending this period in our life is non-existent. These struggles are not being blogged about, not being acknowledged on Facebook or Instagram. There is no hashtag for my shit. (If there was, it would be #WhereDidIGoWrong or #HasEveryoneLostTheirMind …most likely) So for the most part, no one knows - we just aren’t talking about it. I’ll just close my eyes, bow my head, and the storm will pass. I will come out the other side superior, and improved upon – like a mucky rock turned polished Kendra Scott gemstone.

But that’s not how this works. That’s not how any of this works.

Instead, I am choosing to live in the reality of these moments. I am accepting this is our life right now, and I will be happy when it is all over – but I will also be happy now. I am not going to wait until we are settled, or until there is resolution, to be happy. Grander earth has quaked before…it is well with my soul.

We are approaching 10 months since leaving our previous employer, ditching consumerism, beginning this spiritual revolution, turning our lives on a dime. I count these days like alcoholics tally their time spent on the wagon. We are almost 10 months sober. Here’s what I’ve learned:

  • ·         Don’t let the opinions of others keep you from being you: happy and marvelous.
  • ·         We are so easily brought to our knees. Pray while you’re down there.
  • ·         Owning too many things is disruptive to living comfortably.
  • ·         Simple is better.
  • ·         Worrying accomplishes nothing. Do something better with your time.
  • ·         Motivation, inspiration, perspective, and bathing – these things do not last. Seek them daily.
  • ·         Receive the love someone gives to you, instead of being disappointed when it’s not the love you thought you needed.
  • ·         I am not alone, in struggles or victories. Someone can always learn from the story.
  • ·         Don’t expect others to consider you.
  • ·         Stay flexible.
  • ·         Trying to be normal will get in the way of being amazing.
  • ·         Don’t place blame. It takes root in the heart, and you can find a better use for that space.
  • ·         If you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, you will always be disappointed in the fish.
Just trust in Jesus. 



Amen.


Thursday, March 12, 2015

10 Things You Have Too Many Of

1. Books
Don’t freak out. I’m all about books. Really, I love them. Until I discovered Kindle and Audible, I was a library girl. I couldn’t afford my reading habit if I wanted to. Even so, I managed to collect a ridiculous amount of books. On the journey to tiny, minimalistic living – these clunky things just didn’t make the cut. Novels, best sellers, paperbacks, trashy beach reads, classics, chic-lit, biographies, self-help gospel, many with yard sale .50 stickers still clinging to the covers. We kept the cherished few we knew we would re-read, packed away the children’s books that would entertain P in a year’s time, and donated the rest. Those books were just another thing to dust, and now they are making someone happy! Or they are still collecting dust on a shady wire rack at Goodwill – I don’t care…at least I’m not dusting them.


2. Sheets
How many sets of mismatched, poorly folded sheets can fit into a linen closet – while still, just barely allowing the door to close? I don’t know, but that’s how many we had. If you have guests regularly, keep ONE matching extra set around. But seriously, donate the rest. Especially if they are hand me downs from your mother circa 1998. Nobody staying with you wants any part of that. Unless you are an avid living room sheet-fort builder, let it go.

3. Dishes
I know I am a hoarder, and I cannot judge the cupboards of America by my own stockpiling tendencies. But I’ve been doing some recon, and plenty of households have too many of these damn things piled up. Matching dishes are nice, but not everyone has them. You still don’t need more than 6-8 place settings depending on the size of your family and how often you entertain. I’ve found that we can live with a lot less than that. Other common dishes you have too many of: Tupperware (I bet you can’t find all of your lids!), glasses, awkward specialty utensils you got for your wedding that you don’t know how to use, souvenir cups, travel mugs, BBQ tools. Do your best, and remember you’re not Emeril Lagasse.

4. Pens
Too much of our lives are spent searching for a pen. Sit down with a pad and try them all out to see what’s worth saving and what’s dried up. If you have a small child, you can recruit them to help and then tell Pinterest it was developmental and stimulating and something about fine motor skills. Unless you sign contracts all day, or work as a teller at a drive-through bank – you seriously don’t need 270 of these things.

5. Toiletries
Ladies, I want to share something life changing with you: Your life will be better if you actually use your nice bath salts. Seriously. Like in the bath, and not in the zombie face-eating way. This sounds so trivial, but it’s really not. 3 months into this big adventure, when we knew we were heading to the tiny house but still living in the big house, I started using up all of my gifted soaps and salts. I had been saving them for a rainy day or special occasion, but they just took up space. Indulging felt like a treat, out of the ordinary, and amazing. You could read this like a metaphor for living in the moment and enjoying each day. Or you could just go soak your feet.

6. Clothes
I have too many thoughts on this subject. Certainly enough to warrant a separate blog post…and possibly an entire chapter of my mid-life memoirs… so, I’ll keep it simple. If it is ugly, uncomfortable, out of style, or makes you feel too fat-tall-skinny-short-cheap-pregnant-matronly-frumpy-weird, just get rid of it. Donate it.

7. Décor
Let me lead you into an epiphany…Have you ever realized: every time you buy a cute knickknack at Homegoods, or more throw pillows at Target, you don’t get rid of something in your house? Every time you come home with shopping bags containing goods that you don’t consume, your home is filling up with inanimate objects that take your space don’t pay rent. If you don’t use it, or love it – leave it. If it isn’t making you happy or making you money, TOSS THAT CRAP! Give it to someone who needs it, or wants it, or will take it away just so you don’t have to dust it anymore. Sidebar: If you have one of those big Live Laugh Love multi-photo frame wall hangings, you can go ahead and get rid of that too. I think we’re all done with those.

8. Sentimental items
Before you protest – I haven’t become some anti-nostalgia minimalist Nazi with a heart of stone. I know everyone needs a treasure box. Mementos are the sweet, amusing little things that your children will mock you for saving when they are half-way grown and start eye-rolling…and they will thank you for saving when they are grown, have children and can say “This is grandma’s old ….. and mommy’s old…..” But we don’t need to save everything. Scan in children’s artwork that isn’t sentimental enough to save. Upload it to the cloud, save it to a flash drive, consolidate. Think you will miss that crinkly coloring book portrait of Cinderella stained with transparent Pre-K watercolors? Not likely.

9. Somedays
“But, we might need this someday.” was easily the most overused phrase during our packing & purging experience. And, OK – it was mostly by me. I am a world-class junking queen, brought up on a steady diet of spray paint and DIY. I never said no to a yard sale… or a flea market, or a thrift store. Or spending loads of money on projects that sat in my garage like the loading dock of Goodwill Donation. You can make a lot of excuses to keep something around and we might need this, and when we do, I don’t want to spend money on it is a really good one. Think about what else it is that you need: space in your closet, room in your life, freedom from clutter, less dusting, clean rooms, and organization, plenty of storage instead of not enough. SO: Sell what you might need someday. Put that money away, accruing interest in a tidy little space-saving savings account. (if it doesn’t pay you, get rid of it – now we are making money!) Have a little faith, and your somedays will be covered.

10. Stresses
And, we’re going to wrap it up with a good little life lesson. The 10th thing you probably have too much of: stress. Obviously! And I can’t even tell you the best way to eliminate it. There’s already a multi-billion dollar industry devoted to teaching you just that. I can tell you what works for me. Downsizing has changed my perspective on things, where I spend my money, how I spend my time. So, are you contributing to your stress or your serenity? Hmm.

Well, the more money I made, the more I spent on things.
The more I spent on things,
the more I spent on a house to fit all the things,
on a storage unit to fit all the things,
on things to fix the house that fit the things,
on more things to organize all the things,
on more things to decorate the things that organized the things because they were generally ugly things,
on things to distract myself from the stressful build-up of things all around me,
on an escape from all of my things…

More things, more things, more things.

Less stress = less things.


Boom. Your problems are solved. Go get rid of something.



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Saturday, January 3, 2015

All Packed Up: One Step Closer to Tiny House Living

It’s just after midnight, and once again sleep is nothing more than a faraway idea.

It could be the Red Bull this afternoon, keeping me awake…it could be binge watching episodes of Stalker before bed. Or, I could be desperately in need of some time to write…and post the things I have been writing.

Either way, I am grateful to Troy for leaving out a few of my herbal tea K-Cups when he packed up the rest of the pantry. Anticipating my insomnia? He says I Love You that way, when he thinks of me.
 
It’s not just our pantry contents. Most of our belongings are in boxes at the moment. What hasn’t been given away, donated to thrift stores, purged, recycled, or burned (Yes, burned. That was a fun night) is safely packed away in liquor store boxes marked storage or tiny house. We have a small selection of items going with us to the main house, where we will live while the tiny house is under construction. These things consist mainly of clothing (all of Troy’s wardrobe and about 1/3 of mine & P’s) office supplies, food, and toiletries. Everything else will sit patiently in newspaper and bubble wrap until our tiny house is move in ready. This adventure is becoming real.

It is interesting to me, to see the heap of stuff we moved in here with and the fraction of it that we are leaving with. It is interesting to me, to think of the year we spent buying furniture, décor, clothing and other junk just to fill this space…and now we spend our hours trying to empty it. I don’t know if I really believed in the power of consumerism until I witnessed this transformation. I don’t know if I really believed Troy, when he told me I was a hoarder.

In just ten days we will wave goodbye to our big house, our first house, this great house. And while I am saddened over some of the things we will leave here, I am altogether filled with relief to be going. There is nothing that exists inside this structure that we cannot have, do, or feel anywhere else. In ten days we will close the door, and hand over the keys – no longer ours. We will cut ties with yet another anchor that has held us down this year, and we will be so very free.


I couldn’t be any more excited.