As a culture, we’re kind of obsessed with STUFF. There’s tre stuff we buy, the stuff we want, the stuff we get rid of.
Honestly, I think we’ve given it too much space in our imaginations. I don’t want to be defined by the stuff I own OR by how much stuff I give away. That’s what I’m exploring over at No Sidebar this week.
Someone asked me the other day if I had a certain number of things, and never more, in my house. Do I have a one-in-two-out rule? Do we live in a tiny house? Do the children sit quietly on clean-lined all-white furniture, never making messes with nonexistent toys?
Let me clear all that up right now: Nope.
No and no and no and no. I don’t know how many things we own and I don’t plan to start counting. My kids do have toys and books and art supplies, and if they didn’t, they would still make messes with dirt from the backyard. We own fewer things than we could, but not zero things. Just enough things.
Does this mean I’m not great at living simply?
Hmm. You know, I’m not too worried about how I measure up. For me, simplicity is a tool, not a goal. It’s a means, not an end.