There is an idea that minimalism is an ‘anti’ movement, that you have to object to objects. But I don’t think that’s true and, as an aspiring minimalist, I’d go as far to say I love my ‘stuff’.
In my previous life of buying binges, I would go home with armfuls of items that I liked, that I thought were alright, and lots of things I had convinced myself I needed. Very rarely did I actually love any of the things I had purchased.
Now we’ve spent over a year reducing the number of items we own, the amount of possession I have has dwindled considerably and I can honestly say the majority of the things that are left, the ones that survived the cull, are items I genuinely love or that are genuinely useful.
Reducing the amount of possessions I own means that I actually appreciate the things I have more than when I was spending willy-nilly. I am more considerate when I make purchases and make sure I have a genuine need for an item, not just an impulsive want.
I’m still in the process of getting rid of items and I know that there are still boxes and a part of my wardrobe to go through before I can say I’m 100% satisfied with the things I do own. For anyone that read about ‘our dirty little secret’, I can assure you the pots of paints and spare ladders are not on the to-keep list.
The further down the minimalist route I go the more I realise it isn’t about throwing out and donating (although that’s part of it), it’s about being more considerate about what I bring into our home and ensuring that everything I have, I love.