My husband and I recently embarked on the world’s smallest move.
We moved from the 2nd floor to the 3rd floor of our apartment building.
Moving in general is a fairly unpleasant process, and this remarkably small move was no different.
However, I made the decision to make the most of it and welcomed the opportunity to conduct some much overdue spring cleaning.
I pictured my new, organized closet emerging like a beautiful streamlined butterfly from its chrysalis of chaos.
We collected countless boxes full of items to be donated to Amvets and I was filled with excitement. I was finally letting go of my desire to hoard!
I embraced my inner Marie Kondo and removed (almost) everything from my closet that did not fill me with joy.
Our dresser is overflowing. Our spacious walk-in closet is still overflowing.
How is this even possible?
How can a human being have this many clothes?
I was a little disgusted.
That’s when I decided that I am not going to buy any clothes for the rest of the year.
When did I become so materialistic? When did I become ruled by my clothes?
I can’t pinpoint when it happened, but I hardly think working at a major department store for 2 years helped.
I found the website Frugalwoods, which I cannot recommend highly enough and I was inspired by this family’s dedication to a simpler, but more fulfilling lifestyle.
While I’m not sure I have the willpower to retire at 33 or the desire to live on a homestead, I am smitten with their commitment to their values as well as the actions they have taken to guard against the rampant materialism that our culture tries to perpetuate.
Society wants us to think that we need things to be happy, but that is not the case. A luxury car, a flat screen TV, a mansion and a million handbags will never fill the void. And that is a startling realization.
There is nothing wrong with things, but I have come to the realization that I need significantly less of them.