When I see other minimalists try to trash fellow minimalists because they don’t fit their definition of what it means to be a minimalist:
First of all, nobody defines what minimalism means to me . Or you, for that matter. What lead me on this journey was not a desire to fit all my worldly possessions into a suitcase or cardboard box or live in a home with white walls and a neutral color palette because that just ain’t happ’n, bruh. I am not about that life. I live in color every day (literally and figuratively).
As my tagline states, my minimalism is about living light (er) and living right. Living light means getting rid of the things that no longer bring value to my life or serve an immediate need. Living right means being a kinder, gentler, friendlier, nicer me.
With that being said, here are some things I flat out refuse to part with. At least for now!
- Photo albums: I’m old school. Pictures tell a story, and I love reliving those moments that helped shape and define the woman that I am today (Yes, all the important ones are backed up.)
- Books: An introvert’s ultimate form of entertainment
- Wall art/decor: Because looking at my artwork and family photos make me happy. ‘Nuff said…
- Cassette tapes: The soundtrack to my life. Ain’t no way I’m parting with the music. I’ll cut my cable off first.
- Craft supplies: I’m a creative, and I need the freedom to craft at will. Not sorry..
See y’all next time when I list the five things that I have given up. Oh boy…