I am always somewhat mildly bewildered by the the fact that this is such a big discovery. I am a huge advocate of keeping clutter to a minimum. I don't understand the need to fill every available space with "stuff". I don't understand adding more "stuff" to the "stuff" you already have. I don't understand having so much "stuff" that you don't know where to start when it comes to getting rid of some of it. I don't define myself by how much "stuff" I own or take pride in how much "stuff" I've gotten rid of.
Maybe it comes from never having a lot of spare money to spend on things that weren't necessities. Maybe it comes from selling off the old "stuff" before buying new "stuff". Maybe it comes from not liking a lot of clutter clogging up my headspace and house space. Maybe it comes from my aversion to trash and treasure sales because I always see someone else's trash as being trash rather than treasure, and if they don't want it, I probably don't either.
My family are heavily addicted to collecting things. My mother collects fine china and hats and jewelry, my father collected militaria, my brothers collect cars and are avid ebay watchers. All I see is mountains of "stuff" that they don't need and are just spending money on because enough is never really enough. There is always one more ring, one more medal, one more car picture to buy and add to the ever growing pile of "stuff". How many hats can my mother wear? Well when you belong to four different chapters of the Red Hat Society, you can wear a different one every week and you can always find a new one to add to the collection! Enough never seems to be enough when it comes to hats.
Being an uncluttered person means that I always have a tidy house. I always know where to find what I'm looking for and I don't have anywhere near as many things to dust each week. It means that I never feel embarrassed if unexpected guests turn up because the dining room table isn't covered in a pile of newspapers or junk mail, the kitchen bench isn't lost under a mountain of paraphernalia and I know where the biscuits are in the pantry. The trouble is that I feel like I have to apologize for being tidy, friends thought I was running around putting stuff out of sight before they came over and would ask where all my mess was hiding. Heaven help me if I was to return the favour by passing comment on their mess and compilations of clutter!
It's funny that people mocked me for being tidy for all these years and now it's become the new craze. Everyone is tossing out their excess and paring down their belongings. Everyone seems to be agonizing over what to keep and what to donate to a worthy cause. I'm just cruising along in my minimalism and being a little relieved that there won't be much to put name tags on when it comes time to divvy up the family heirlooms for the children! I'm kind of relieved that minimalism is the new extravagance.