Since I’m focusing on cleansing my life this year, of course, that is going to bring me to a state of needing to declutter.
This has taken me into the realm of minimalist living.
This world, I have found, is mostly white. With no pictures on the wall and sometimes no bed, just a mattress on the floor.
Why? Dear lord, WHY!?!
Now, I do understand in a way. There are degrees of minimal. Some minimalist people really want to be able to fit everything they own into a backpack and can just get up and go at a moments notice if they see fit. Other people just feel like they have a wee bit much stuff they need to get rid of. Other’s still are somewhere in between.
I understand, as well, that there is a connection between clutter and mental health. I know its not healthy that I’m sitting here right now looking at a bit of ribbon that came off of a pack of dish towels I got for Chrsitmas and I can’t bear to think of throwing it away because “I might can use it for something.”
Somewhere along the way I’ve reached a point where having stuff, some of it literally junk, is very important. This is stuff that I may never, ever use. But I have it. Its mine. It means something.
So, yeah, I need to work on the letting go.
So to a degree I understand the appeal of nothing but a mattress on the floor.
But why the sea of white? I mean, I spill pretty much everything I touch. If I painted my world white then it would look much less minimal than it does now because it will be stained in a multitude of ways.
In my year of cleansing I will be more minimal than before, but probably I can never par myself down to the point where I will be a “real” minimalist.
For sure I’m not going to paint everything white.
And my book shelf will never, ever, EVER look like the one above, because I have too many books for that. (I am kind of digging that bug calendar though.)