Minimalism Game – Fantasy
January 2018 I completed a 31 day challenge where you throw out one item on the first day, two on day two, three on the third and so forth. This was inspired by The Minimalism Game, my Mum and I just extended it for an extra day. 496 items later, here’s what I’ve learnt.
Oftentimes what is hardest isn’t letting go of an item itself, but disentangling myself from the identity I have attached to it.
Items I have purchased and kept for an idealized, romanticized version of myself.
I would like to be the kind of person who uses those cute heart shaped silicone shapes to make pralines for her boyfriend (who actually isn’t that into sweets, and would be way more excited about a good steak).
I would like to be the kind of person who romantically sits on the couch leafing through her cookbooks, but the reality is I have better shit to do and there’s an app for that.
I would like to be the kind of person who creates amazing mixed media art with all the wonderful art supplies she has, but the reality is my preferred medium is pencil, paper and some watercolour.
I would like to be the kind of person who fills myriads of beautiful handbound notebooks with prose, but the truth is that fancy notebooks paralyse me, and I’d prefer to just scribble around in a 50ct writing pad rather than risk marring those pristine pages with something mediocre.
I would like to be that person, but the truth is:
Those things belong to a romanticized vision of the person I would like to be, but can’t be arsed to become.
Letting go was painful, because letting go meant admitting “I am not that person”.
The first time I experienced this I was clearing out my room after finishing school and came across a box of magic tricks for kids. I’d owned it for years and barely used it. I was in love with the idea of being able to do those tricks, but it dawned on me that I didn’t want to spend the days and months and years it would take to actually be moderately proficient at that skill.
I would rather be enchanted myself than spending my life perfecting my sleight of hand to enchant others.
I would rather find joy in actually cooking than in thinking about cooking.
And I would rather have fun making good art on crappy paper than never making any art at all because the paper is too good.
496 items later, I haven’t missed a single thing.