Last year I read a book called ‘”The 100 Thing Challenge: How I Got Rid of Almost Everything, Remade My Life, and Regained My Soul“. It was a rather poorly written book and could have been condensed to half the pages, yet I still felt inspired to get rid of loads of my things.
Instead of going down to 100 ‘personal‘ items, I got rid of half of my personal items. Then came the rub – I made a rule that I followed nearly 100% for over 365 days.
Don’t buy anything personal items unless you need it, not want it.
Need: (knee-duh) The state of being completely without and unable to function properly in society if you lack this item or if it needs replacing.
Examples of needed items include:
- Shorts that fit over your arse and don’t cut your circulation off at the waist in order to survive the 110 degree weather in California
- Winter socks that keep your toes from freezing off in the subarctic
- Mittens after you leave your’s at the local Starbucks and the person who found them kept them instead of turning them in
- Contigo water bottle after your’s breaks in your purse and creates a paper machete-esque fiasco all over your wallet and iPhone
- New to me car after the smashed up Aerio died an epic death on the Yellowhead
It turns out I still have more than enough stuff.
I live in what I estimate to be 67.63% of my house and use about 42.93% of the things I own. There are kitchen cupboards which I don’t open, closets that remain closed, boxes covered in over a year of dust, clothes which are not worn, and stuff I keep because I should.
Stuff just fills up my life. I have to clean, store, organize, dig through, categorize, manage and keep track of so much I don’t even care about.
I am never going to be Martha Stewart, so why am I storing Martha-esque stuff?!
My inability to be a fabulous Martha Stewart was confirmed when I was a teenager and was put in charge of sewing my own costume for the Easter play at church. I merely folded an old sheet in half, laid down on it with my neck at the top of the fold, traced my body, cut along the wobbly sharpie line and used that iron on sewing glue stuff to. Once I added a belt of rope from the garage, Mary’s outfit was complete.
Although Mary couldn’t raise her arms or sit down while wearing super awesome, vintage Donloree Designer Wear, but who cares…right?
Happiness never comes from dusting things you never use or having a bunch of things you don’t need, rather it comes from being you and having just enough to keep you doing what you love.
Now to muse on what my ‘Great Purge 2014′ rules will be…