Minimalism Update: Two Things I’ve Learned in the Last Four Years

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After four years on my minimalist journey, here’s what I’ve learned:

  1. I’m pretty good at purging.
  2. I’m also pretty good at bringing in new things to fill the empty space.

Until recently I’ve approached minimalism with a feast-or-famine mentality: I’ve done really well at resisting “stuff” for a while, but then I’ve felt the need to reward myself for resisting said stuff, so I’ve treated myself to more stuff. And then I’ve felt guilty for bringing in more things, so I’ve purged, and replaced, and purged, and replaced. It’s an expensive, exhausting, and unnecessary cycle. But it’s just felt like the thing to do.

It wasn’t until I came to terms with wanting more out of life that I understood and really, truly, started to want less. My son’s arrival has made me want more of everything that makes life worth living:

  • Time
    Love
    Health
    Security
    Adventure
    Generosity

And in order to make room for these things that matter so much to me, I have to learn to (and want to) let go of the things that don’t:

  • Debt
    Worry
    Possessions
    Perfection

I’ve got a long way to go in the next four years. I’ve got a mind, home, and schedule to clear. I’ve got more concrete priorities to set. But the good news is I can let go. Now I just need to learn to keep that space free.


What have you learned on your minimalist journeys?

1 Simple Way to Spend More Time with Your Kids

I’m always looking for ways to spend more time with my son. As a full-time working parent, I always feel like there just isn’t enough of it. So I volunteer to be the sole weekend naptime rocker, or I offer to be the late-night diaper changer. Now I’ve found an even simpler way to squeeze in a few extra seconds every day.

Whenever I’m doing something with my son, whether it’s reading, rocking, or playing, and I feel the urge to move on to the next activity (or, let’s be honest, to check my phone), I give us both an extra minute: no matter what, I stop what I’m doing, take a long look at my beautiful boy, and count to 60. If my mind wanders, I gently ask it to return. If he squirms or fusses, I respond with love. Otherwise, we’re there for the next 60 seconds. Barring an emergency, there are no exceptions.

A minute may not feel like much, and it’s not, which is the best part of this strategy: it’s pretty easy to give up one minute. There are few, if any, things in life that can’t wait that long. And sometimes that minute extends to 2 or 3, but what really gets me is imagining what those minutes will amount to—if I added my minute at playtime, then 2 from his bath, and 3 during bedtime, how much extra time would that be?

  • In a week?
  • In a month?
  • In 1 year?
  • In 18?

How about you: how do you find time for a few extra minutes with your loved ones?

How a Weekly Photo Challenge Taught Me to Accept What I Have

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I’d been feeling a lot of guilt lately: about the way I look, the way I eat, the way I get distracted by work at home and home at work. I’d also been feeling guilty about the state of my house.

We had such grand plans when we moved in just over a year ago, but then life happened: I got pregnant, we had a baby, and we put every penny that could have gone toward renovating into savings for said baby.

Needless to say, we haven’t done much to the house yet.

And I know we’ll be here forever. And I know it takes time for houses to evolve into homes; that there’s no rush. But then I look at the homes of DIY and lifestyle bloggers through the much-edited lens of social media, and I am ashamed by my negligence.

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In January I signed up for a weekly photo class, and I finally got around to my first assignment this summer. As I went around from room to room looking for nice compositions, I was struck by all of the beauty around me, all of the lovely details in my home, in its quirks, and in its piles.

In my little, average house I have so much to appreciate, so much for which to be thankful.

There is beauty all around me already. As much as I’d maybe like to, I don’t need to “shop [y]our house.” Mine might not be much, but it’s more than enough for me.

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How do you remind yourselves to be thankful for what you have?

I Tried It: One Focused Hour

Yesterday I came across “The Power of One Focused Hour a Day,” and the timing couldn’t have been better. I was just getting the courage and momentum to start this blog, but was feeling like there was no way I could fit it into my day, what with a full-time job and a new(ish) baby at home. (He’s five months old. How much longer do I get to call him “a new baby”? Do I still get to use that excuse?) Enter Srinivas Rao’s idea of one focused hour a day, which “can produce amazing results.” According to Rao,

  • With one focused hour a day you can write a book within a year, write 1000 words a day or finish a 45,000-word manuscript in 6 months.

  • With one focused hour a day you can easily develop a daily writing habit, and even write something daily as Seth Godin does.

  • With one focused hour a day you can make time to read the books you’ve been wanting to read.

  • With one focused hour you can find flow and build momentum for your creative endeavor

  • With one focused hour a day you can learn a new language

    Now, I may not have a lot of free time, but I have more than I think, and I definitely have one hour each day. So I tried it.

I woke up at 5 a.m., started the coffee, and wrote. I sat down in quiet darkness with nothing to distract me but the sound of crickets outside my window. No baby. No phone. And I wrote. I watched the sun come up, and I wrote some more. It was beautiful.

In the past I’ve been pretty good at coming up with ways to get out of things that scare me, things that ask me to be vulnerable, uncomfortable, or especially diligent. Those excuses usually take the form of “I just don’t have the time.” Maybe now that I’ve tried the focused hour, they’ll be fewer and far between.


If you had one unfocused hour every day, what would you accomplish?