How I Quit Using Minimalism to Just Get By
This week I am guest posting at The Minimalist Plate!
I wandered into minimalism with the hope for relief. I needed just enough room to breathe and think clearly. Space to make sense of my life as a wife and mom and whatever more is in store for me in this life.
I wanted a break from the guilt and shame. I wanted a reprieve from the overwhelm, and multiplying toys my kids never seemed to play with, but were always right under my feet. Just a small gap between the slow dance of stay-at-home mom life and sanity, you know — to leave room for the things that bring joy, as they say.
I told myself, if I got rid of a few toys, that’d be at least three fewer things to trip over. If I let go of a shirt or two I’d probably be able to close that dresser drawer. If I just delete this one app from my phone I won’t be tempted to distract myself so often. I was fine settling with just enough, as long as I survived till the next thing hit.
It’s not a bad place to start, small and slow. But I wasn’t interested in starting, I was interested in getting by, just surviving, really. Just enough to get me through.
I thought I could manage my life with just a little bit of simple. I’d sigh with relief, wipe my brow and trod onward with just enough energy and clarity to make it to the next Mom’s Night Out. I thought that I knew how much simple I needed to regain control of my life.
I found that minimalism isn’t just a crutch to help me get by and be a little more comfortable in life. Minimalism isn’t only to help me get by in my life, it is to make enough room to thrive in my life.
It was time to quit using minimalism to just get by in my life.