Every Monday I post Real Life Minimalists, a profile of one of my readers in their own words. If you’d like to participate, click here for details.
This week, we hear from Terry. She shares with us her minimalist dream, and what she’s doing to make it a reality.
I have tiny tears in my eyes as I jump from The Minimalists to Zen Habits to Miss Minimalist and back. For so many years now (at least 30) I’ve had a recurring dream– I live in a small travel trailer which I love and share with my canine companion. I have few possessions and I love the freedom. I pursue only activities I LOVE, including some of the ones I do now for a paycheck. My dream wardrobe is a simple uniform–I remember dreaming the WORD, probably suggested by my husband’s active-duty Air Force status. Freedom, joy, experience are my lifestyle.
And then I wake up to clutter, debt, responsibility, and restriction which constrain the life I chose while thinking I had no choice. Six months ago I embraced minimalism as the path to staging the home I shared with my mother in order to sell it and move us to a small senior-living apartment complex. I first embraced proactive “right-sizing” after we both became widows. Going from 2500 square feet to almost 800 continues to be a challenge because we still have a small rented storage space for the stuff we haven’t yet unpacked. Then I forgot my purpose and started accumulating stuff again. New place; new clothes for new body (released 45 pounds), new yarns, new fabric (knit, crochet, quilt). I’ve paid off all debt with house sale and made a retirement savings plan, but also went a little crazy having extra cash and bought more stuff.
Stick a fork in me; I’m done. I’m dreaming freedom into being with my commitment to simplicity. The virtual travel trailer has no wheels (I may have aged out of actual camping), but I’m creating a simpler lifestyle skein by skein and expensive shirt by impractical shoe. Thank you for the inspiration you deliver so generously and authentically.