i’m too happy to be a poet this day
happy people tend to write
bloody awful poetry
i’m not drunk
i’m not high
i don’t need a spike
i like working in the city
i’m not heartbroken nor homeless
i’m not lonesome
i’m not horny
i’m not at war with god
Last year in the midst of preparing my house for sale, a few minimalist blogs caught my attention. As I started packing, I began looking at everything in my house with a different perspective. I started asking, “Do I need this?” and “Why do I have this?” With just those two questions, many items went out the door. Then I heard about The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo. I did not read it right away, but read enough about it to begin asking the question, “Does this bring me joy?” With this question added to my evaluation, I started being much more ruthless with my belongings. Every book that I never quite got around to reading was given the boot. Books that I had kept on my shelf for years, but that brought no joy when handled, went out the door. Clothing that I was keeping because it seemed too nice to donate but I would probably never wear, gone. Files and papers dating back as many as twenty years, shredded or burned.
The minimalism experts talk about the clarity that minimalism brings. Getting rid of all the noise those belongings make, allows one to hear the inner voice of deeper dreams and priorities. I have experienced this for myself as I look at the things I have kept in my home office, and as I look over the books I have kept. I am much more aware of the kind of life I hunger for.
I cannot say I am finished letting things go. Disposing of what I have, has left me hungry to do more. I have begun preaching the virtues of minimalism to my children and my spouse. I am a voice crying in the wilderness, but I hope to make converts eventually.
Why I buy notebooks…
Source: The art inside the things.
I have owned “significana.com” for years. I bought it thinking I was going to post significant news and ideas that might otherwise be missed by my readers. Instead, I used it to write my way through a divorce and eventually left it sit unused as I moved on. Now I am reading and thinking about new things. I hope you return to see what I think is significant.