Yes I have been absent for a bit. Sometimes that’s just the way things go. One of my favorite events came up recently (The Color Run) and I couldn’t just run in a t-shirt and shorts. Noooo. A tutu is required for this type of event (not officially, but c’mon, let’s have fun). It was great to sweat, feel like a kid, and help out some fantastic charities: Global Poverty Project, Global Citizen, and Back on My Feet.
Just because I haven’t posted lately doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten my mission.
In between tutu construction, I’ve gone through closets, boxes, and shelves. I discovered that a lot of things were easy to give up. Let’s be real – these items have been stashed away since I moved into my apartment. If I haven’t needed them since then why bother keeping them? Oh right, none.
But what about those items that weren’t so easy to give up? I’m talking books people. I’m a total bookworm. I love my books! I was fine with this whole minimalism journey until I got to my preciouses (yes I just made up a plural form of “precious” – Gollum would approve).
I have some books that are off limits. I can identify those without blinking and so I did. Likewise, there were others I could quickly and happily put in the donate box. The ones in between? I looked at how applicable they were to my current lifestyle and situation. A book on home improvement is great but I live in an apartment. Oh and the book is from the 80s…I’d like to think home improvement has evolved since then. Out it went as did similar texts.
I was surprised when it was all over. I thought I would have to get over the emptiness caused by giving up my treasured books. But in reality I felt happier. It was like a weight had been lifted from my life.
I like books and I still enjoy reading. I’ll never tire of perusing bookstores or searching through flea markets for old classics. But I am not my books.
No, I am much more than that.