I’ll be honest. Minimalism is hard for me.
Not because I buy clothes all the time (because I don’t). Not because I can’t get rid of anything (because I still do).
My brain is what makes minimalism hard.
I like to live in what some people call “organized chaos”. To me, not everything has a rightful place. This is either because I access it all the time or because it can fit into so many different categories I can’t pick one location to keep it.
Some would call those excuses. To me it just seems practical.
But minimalism looks different in my scatterbrain and that’s okay. What works for me might drive others crazy. What others do sometimes looks crazy to me. But that’s okay.
I’ve also accepted that half of the stuff I currently own is going to be let go at the end of the school year. If I let it stress me out now, I’m doing myself a disservice. So I let it be and accept that I can cross that bridge when I come to it (for someone with anxiety, this was a really, really, really hard thing to accept and I still sometimes find myself stressing about it).
Learning to help quiet my brain and understand the fact that minimalism is going to adapt as my life changes has really helped me appreciate what I have done so far and look forward to what I can do with it as I move on with my life.
So minimalism may be hard to work with in my brain but I take it one day at a time and focus on what I can control. For this extended weekend, that means I should probably tidy up again. 🙂