One of the things that I have grown to be most appreciative of since I embraced minimalism is the feelings of lightness that decluttering and having a clear space comes with.
Prior, I had my wardrobe stacked full with clothes and even extra bags with items that I had bought and accumulated over the months and even years, so many of which I only ever wore once and a few others that I had never used and had forgotten that I even had.
Then, it was a struggle to pick an outfit when I needed to wear something out. It was even tougher cause every time I opened the wardrobe I complained about how i didn't have clothes, when in fact there was more than I needed. It usually is assumed that females have to deal with this pattern of living, but you can be sure that I, too, have been there. The thing there was that I had a buying/spending problem. Being one who is very concerned about looking dapper and fashionable, I bought things very often and impulsively, just out of mere thinking that the stuff was nice. It felt good to have an addition. To own.
Minimalism was a breath of fresh air(still is). I mean, I know I have fewer outfits now than then, and anyone would want more, but I just feel happier having to deal with what I need. I remember the first time I decided in my mind to go through my stuff, take out what I did not need, and either give them away or trash them. Literally, I emptied my stuff out cause there was apparently so much that I had than I had use for plus some others that were either no longer my style or which I had outgrown.
Even at that, I struggled with letting go. I had arguments in my head about just designating a portion of my wardrobe to the unused stuff so it doesn't look empty. There, to answer the kiss question, I'll say that's what I miss about those non-minimalist times. I miss coming into my space and closet and having so much going on. I miss just looking around and swelling with the pride that I have options even though I never give the options a chance to be used. They merely become space holders and not more.
In plain terms, I miss hoarding(hoarding...the word makes me feel guilty and at the same time gives me the peace which indicates that I am doing the right thing).
Funnily, I didn't realize how much having so much stuff around was a baggage until I began to thread the minimalist path. Now I understand what moving and truly feeling light is and how easy it is. For one thing, it's never an indication of deprivation nor lack, and I know that well enough now.
Images used are mine
Thanks for stopping by
SOKA 馃枻
