I’m writing this just days after the horrific attack on my home town. My brain is overwhelmed, I keep crying and I can’t focus. But that isn’t my story to tell and I don’t deserve any attention for it. But I acknowledge it because the act of writing a blog post seems so trivial and self indulgent in contrast.
I want to acknowledge that.
But – I’ve been drawn here, to write something after months of silence because minimalism is my sanctuary. (Plus I’ve been feeling the pull back after receiving a number of comments on some old posts – and I felt kinda guilty that I’d stopped when people were valuing my message.)
The last few months have been stressful for me, nothing dramatic or overly important in the grand scheme of things, but stressful none the less. My new, dream job has proven to be incredibly fast paced and busy, with me working late pretty much every day (still the dream though folks – I LOVE it). On top of this I’ve been coming towards the end of my second year at Uni, with essays and exams to prepare for. Overall, it’s felt a little hectic and I haven’t felt in control for a long time.
I truly feel that minimalism has kept me sane.
When elements of life are beyond control it’s natural to grasp control wherever we can. And for me that is at home. I am in control of my personal space.
Minimalism has meant that it’s been easy to keep on top of things at home, despite spending too many hours at a desk. Countertops are clear, surfaces are clean, the floors swept and mopped, laundry happening daily. Thanks to minimalism, it hasn’t taken me too much time or effort to keep things simple.
My stress has also helped my minimalism. In my attempts to maintain order I have found myself clearing out another five bags of clothing, simplifying my morning choices. Plus another two bags of household items, plus another NINE books – creating more space and keeping the place tidier.
And so the two have become codependent. My peace of mind relies on minimalism, and my minimalism is fuelled by my peace of mind.
I don’t think that’s a bad thing. It sounds kinda odd, maybe a bit obsessive. But actually all I am saying is that my lifestyle choices keep me calm, peaceful, content and help ward off stress.
And isn’t that what our lifestyle choices should be about?
In these turbulent times we should each make choices that help to keep the peace. However small that may be.