Like everyone else on the internet, I spent the first month of 2019 binge-watching Netflix’s Tidying Up With Marie Kondo.
Likewise, like everyone else on the internet, I’m setting myself a goal to declutter my life as much as possible throughout 2019.
I recently had a major clear out of my book collection, and although it was tough to reconcile with the fact that I’d grown out of some of the books I’d had for years, and that I would never read them again, seeing my neatly organised book shelf (I can actually see all of the books now!) filled me with a sense of serenity and accomplishment.
It’s stressful for be surrounded by piles of things. It can make you feel like the walls of your life are caving in on you.
I’ve been intrigued by the idea of minimalism for a while now. It’s a concept that has been consistently floating around the periphery of my interests and passions, and fits in with them pretty well.
It’s an aspiration of mine to only own things that I need, use regularly, and that “spark joy”, and although I’ve become quite good at not buying things on passing whims and really considering whether or not I need them, actually bringing myself to get rid some of the belongings I already have is proving difficult.
I have a tendency to attribute memories and feelings to certain objects that I think is quite common in a lot of people. I get attached to things even when they serve no purpose in my life, which isn’t a great tendency to have.
I intend to spend a fair amount of time over the next few years travelling, and after that eventually move to a city where I most likely won’t be able to afford a large living space.
So I’m starting the size down of my belongings now, but it’s certainly a daunting task.
It’s crazy how much stuff I’ve accumulated throughout my life that I barely use. A record player that has been collecting dust for years, so much wool and fabric that I bought with good intentions but have never found the time or the effort to put to any use. Not to mention my hoard of clothes, which to be fair I have been slowly downsizing over the past couple of years.
I’m going have to think practically, perhaps almost ruthlessly about what I really need going forward. It’s telling that of all the material things I’ve removed from my life so far, I’ve barely felt a twinge of regret for getting rid of even a couple of them.
Of course, I’m going to be donating and selling everything. It goes without saying that I’m very uncomfortable with the idea of sending stuff straight off to a landfill. The problem is, there’s no guarantee that the person you donate or sell something to won’t throw it in a landfill eventually.
Ultimately, my goal is to buy less stuff in general, so I don’t have to go through this again later on in life, potentially producing more waste.
I’m tired of feeling weighed down by a mountain of things. I’m craving a fresh start, and I’m going to make that happen.