Work hard, consume, desire more, repeat. When I boil down the past 17 years of my life, this has largely been my routine. I was born into a poor, single parent household in which I witnessed the brilliant metamorphosis of my mother from a driven but poor single parent to a self-sufficient working mother that strove to ensure I wanted for naught. This has shaped two sides of myself in today’s consumerist society. First, and most important to my identity, is that I have myself become a headstrong, hardworking feminist. Sure, I was born a few rungs down on the ladder from my male counterparts, but I’m willing to work that much harder to level the playing field for the generations after me. The second, more unfortunate side effect is that I have subconsciously soaked in mass marketing hokum and inadvertently become to equate success and hard work to the things that surround me. Hook, line, and sinker, I let society groom me to become a super-consumer, ruled by fast fashion and the shiny trinkets of short-lived instant gratification.
Enter, my dirty little secret:
My name is Sara, and I am addicted to “stuff”.
Luckily, through the power of the internet, education, and the deep desire to become a better me, I am now on a journey to rid myself of the static that has filled the empty spaces in my home. As you can tell by the name of this blog, static is going to be a recurring theme that I will use to put the byproducts of my compulsory consumerisms in a box and hopefully toss away into the abyss. I will also be less dramatic, and explain my concept of static in next week’s post.
Before we get into the nitty gritty of what I’m doing and why the heck you’re reading this, I would like to make one thing clear. I am a lot of things, but and an expert is not one of them. A lot of what I say might not apply to you. On the flip side, lot of it very well might. As this blog grows, you may read subsequent posts and think, “Gee Sara, you’re onto something. I think I’d like to re-evaluate my habits and get rid of my static as well.” Great! However, please keep in mind that this a journal of my journey to live minimal with a smattering of tips I learn along the way. If you are happy in your current situation and don’t feel like static is making you feel claustrophobic, that’s awesome! This blog will likely make you feel sorry for me or feel that I’m pretentious and my approach is wrong. If you get those vibes from reading this, then you’d be doing nothing to better your life by reading this. Draw your conclusions and do something more enjoyable with your day. Intelligence, gain, and success are all subjective concepts. What works for me might not work for you. That’s ok!
So, great! I have a lot of crap that I want to get rid of. That still doesn’t answer the question as to why I’m here yacking at you from my tiny corner on the internet. That crap? All my static? After ten years of moving into different homes, it has snowballed and accumulated to one large, jumbled mess taking up space in my life. Literally and figuratively. No matter how many times I rearrange my collection of lipsticks I told myself “someday!” but I’ll never actually wear, or how many pieces of storage furniture I buy with the pretense of conveying a more put together persona, the neatly arranged trinkets and impulse items filling my home makes me feel messy and depressed. I have become addicted to the notion that my social status is driven by my stuff. I am now a status symbol for what it looks like to dive head first into the black hole of Instagram marketing, Pinterest boards, and bright, poppy commercials. I want to become a person that knows things rather than a person that has things.
I’m kicking the habit. Maybe you will too.