Confession: I Think I am a Minimalist
It’s kind of like a person who thinks he may be gay, but never admits it. Or, maybe more like a religious person who has stopped practicing. Or maybe just someone on a path of self-discovery.
However I describe it, I think I am here to finally make a confession:
I think I may be a minimalist.
But what does it meeeeeeeeean?
Truthfully, I don’t know. I will read a few more books. I will probably get around to watching that Marie Kondo thing on Netflix. I will definitely be thinning out my crap.
I am beginning a journey. And I have questions.
What does it mean to be a minimalist? Can you be a minimalist and still have some stuff? What does it look like to be a minimalist in a house with 1 wife and 6 kids whose purpose in life is to hang on to stuff? How can I be a minimalist in all the spaces of my life (home, work, digital, etc.)?
The greatest question right now, though, is:
What do I do next? And how do I do it?
I would love to invite you to stick around for some answers. What I do know is the things I share here will not be the answers but could be some potential answers. I know my life will simplify. And I know my head will clear as my shelves do.
What about you? Have you flirted with minimalism? What does it mean to you? What advice do you have for a newbie?
