I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.
I mean… I know a lot of people say that, but I really have. I watched a documentary & my gears have been going ever since.
I looked around my bedroom & ugh – I have a lot of stuff. Like…really. I feel kind of like a hoarder after watching that. Not really…let’s not start making assumptions here – I’m just saying…
There’s a lot of stuff sitting around, that I don’t touch. I don’t use. I don’t give a flying you know what about. There are at least…at minimum… two boxes in my closet I could throw in the dumpster & not miss any of their contents; perhaps it may have some sentimental value?
What is that really though?
I’m not saying the sentimental things I own are not important to me. The reason responsible for it’s importance is not the the belonging itself – It’s important because of the feeling it provides me.
After more thought I started wondering, what feelings do my other possessions provide me?
That’s a good question, isn’t it? I’ve actually been trying to come up with a good answer. I suppose…there are possessions I own that make me feel good that I wouldn’t be willing to part with; but that list is not long.
And in the end, it’s still…just stuff.
All these thoughts spinning around my head have begun to wrap around this Simplicity idea.
“Simplicity is not the goal. It is the by-product of a good idea & modest expectations.” –Paul Rand
I want to live simple. I want to educate myself to be more self-sufficient. I want to have a small house, and a big garden. I want to make a 10 year plan with the end result being debt free, in a tiny house.
Just to get any assumptions out of the way again, no…I do not want to be a hermit.
At this point…I’m intrigued.