Post #3 in the Journey to Minimalism Series
Clothes – A Victory
Immersion has led it’s way to action. I’ve spent the day cleaning out my closet of clothes. While I’ve only just begun the pairing down process, I’m feeling good about what I’ve accomplished.
I’ve gotten rid of half of my clothes. Of the items remaining, I already have my eye on a few that will need to go. I’ve had little to no emotional reaction to this process. There most definitely is not any sense of loss. If anything I feel liberated.
There is the odd sentimental item that I’m unsure of what to do with. One of those items is a shirt of my father’s that I continue to wear, which makes that decision easier. The other is a tie he received.
The reason I kept the tie was because of the story that came with it. I remember him telling me the odd tale of how the tie came into his possession. He was at a business dinner with colleagues and a group of potential customers. He noticed a gentleman wearing a pink panther tie and complimented it. The gentleman proceeded to take the tie off and insist that my father take it as a gift. My father initially protested this gesture, but the gentleman insisted.
Now I have it, having never worn it and with no intention of ever wearing it in the future. It takes up no closet space, so it is easy to justify keeping it. But it also brings no value to my life, which means it does not fit my minimalistic goals.
Eventually a picture of it along with this account of the story may be all that remain. For the time being it will hang in my closet a little while longer as I continue to grow accustom to Minimalism.
Books – A Defeat
Riding high from my closet purge, I headed into the office where I have a closet full of boxes. Most of these boxes contain books. I’ve mentioned in earlier posts that these books are symbolic of a period in my life in which I was especially focused in on the value of acquiring knowledge.
About six months ago, I ruthlessly cut my book collection in half. This meant giving away an estimated 500-750 books. Those that remained were deemed keepers. That is to say that their symbolic value was too hard to let go of.
The reality is I have no intention of reading them (either again or for the first time). However I’ve placed some value on them that goes beyond what they once were to me (conduits of knowledge and insight).
The room itself is a mess, which took a bit of the wind out of my sail. It wasn’t until I pulled the first couple of boxes from the closet that I completely lost my steam. I realized I wasn’t quite ready to let go; at least not yet.
I’ll continue to immerse myself in the minimalism philosophy and expose myself to a variety of voices who are advocates of minimalism. Then I’ll try again.