A conservative minimalist

I have heard minimalism associated with a liberal mindset. Tree hugging, saving the planet from people, climate change aka global warming all seem to be associated with the trend toward tiny homes and a simpler lifestyle. While I am all for doing my share not to pollute, I do not consider myself an environmentalist. I am in every sense of the word a conservative. My politics both social and economic are conservative. The traditions I embrace, conservative. My moral and spiritual outlook, conservative.

So I do not feel it is proper to assume that anyone who is in interested in tiny houses, simplifying or minimalism can’t also be a conservative. As you may have read in my previous posts, I am on a mission to reduce my material possessions to as small a load as possible. I have found great satisfaction with each item that I can get rid of. Now that my nest is empty and the love of my life has moved on to her heavenly dwelling, my years of gathering the things that we think we need to be comfortable are over. No longer am I interested in looking around and admiring all that I have accumulated over the years. My greatest assets are my children and grandchildren.

As I look around my apartment and see what’s left of furnishings and trinkets every item is now something which can be weighed for what use it is to me or what satisfaction it brings to me on an emotional level. Less is becoming more. As I divest myself of what no longer has any significance to me, that which remains becomes more valuable because it passed the test of usefulness and intrinsic value. We came into this world with nothing and when we leave there are no material possessions that we can take along. Heaven and the presence of God are their own rewards, so no need for any excess baggage along the way.

Seeing what I can next part with has become an ongoing project. Some items have been more difficult to get rid of, not because of my attachment to them but because people no longer have an interest in them so they are hard to sell. Progress has been very good though and I am greatly satisfied with how much I have already been able to sell or give away. Now that we are in a new year I hope that by the end of it I will have rid myself of everything I no longer want to have around. It gives me a feeling of cleanliness each time I see something go out the door.

In the movie” Everything Must Go”, the main character is forced to get rid of almost all his possessions. I am very glad that this has been my own choice and not a result of any unfortunate circumstances. It makes the journey all the more fun.

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Get rid of all the things – Part VI

Hi everyone. Yes, I am still here. Since last writing, I have continued my journey toward simplification and minimalism. I admit that I am not yet where I would like to be. One of my hopes last year was to start working on a cruise ship. Unfortunately, this has not come to pass. I still have hope that maybe I will see this happen but in the meantime, life goes on and there is other work to do.

Every day I look around and see what else I might be able to do without. In many ways, it is easier to live with less. Consider the difference between going to the store to pick up a few things at a great big market and a small local grocery store. Because your choices are less complicated the trip is much shorter. Minimalism is a little like that. Instead of choosing between 5 or 6 different pans and spatulas with which to cook, there might only be one or two. Instead of a couch, several chairs, and a loveseat, my choice is limited to the same armchair and ottoman. When they are worn out, I would like to have something easier to transport, maybe something that folds up or deflates.

Someone recently asked me if I have reached the point where if I moved I could do it with just my car and no van or truck. Although it was meant as a joke or to ridicule me, I have embraced it as a goal. I gave my dresser, chest of drawers and shelves to a family member. My dvds are in neat piles stacked against a wall in the living room next to the tv.  A china cabinet which once held place settings of china, now stands completely empty, waiting for a buyer. The contents are in boxes which I will distribute to my kids and if unwanted will be sold.

The biggest change I have made is in the bedroom. I realized that even if I got rid of all furniture there is still my bed. It is probably the only thing that would need to be moved via a truck or van. To this end, I had to consider alternate ways of sleeping. I ruled out sleeping bags as I am a bit old to sleep on the floor. Cots are not comfortable for long term use. Air mattresses tend to leak and deflate. An option that I had not really considered has turned out to be a winner. After doing some research I read that a hammock can be very comfortable not only for camping but as an indoor bed. After considering several kinds I found that the Brazilian style is best suited for full-time bed use. The cost of hammock and stand was minimal. I paid around fifty bucks with free shipping. I bought the least expensive one I could find, just in case the experiment was a failure.

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Last night was my 5th night sleeping in the hammock. I have not always had a good night sleep but this has been due to not having everything set just right. I did not really expect to hop on and be perfect right away. It has been a learning experience. My twin bed in still just a few feet away. Although I have been tempted a couple of times to take the easy way out and just sleep on the bed when the hammock didn’t feel right, I fought this urge and won. Last night was the best of the 5 nights. With a hammock, I can simply fold up the fabric and put in my car if I decide to move. The stand only took about 10 minutes to assemble and came with a carry bag for easy transport. Once I am fully acclimated to the hammock the bed will go on sale. I really love the idea of not being burdened by the traditional bed. I can say that I’d recommend it for a couple but for one person it, so far, has been the answer I was seeking.

Minimalism is a sort of eccentricity. While most people are shopping for bigger and better, the minimalist seeks ways to get by with less. With that comes a quest for the unusual and untraditional. I am liking this way of thinking more and more all the time.

 

 

 

Get rid of all the things – Part V

So many little things can, when accumulated, be as bad as just a few bigger things. In my conversion to living more simply, I am having to let go of my tendency to toss the little things into a drawer thinking that they will not make any difference to my overall, not really out of control but still a nuisance, clutter.

As I look around for more stuff to part with, it’s the little things that escape notice and fly under the radar. If I was playing the increasingly popular Mins game I would be counting how many items I am getting rid of each day. I prefer to freelance. Guess it’s my rebellious side that comes out on occasion. When my wife passed, I did not attend grief counseling nor seek out traditional methods of dealing with my grief. I cannot recommend that for everyone though. Similarly, I am using my own methods of parting with the material things I want out of my life.

You really have to play some mind games with yourself. Not only do you have to ask yourself if something is useful, or will I ever use this but you also have to ask how long it might be before that set of eyeglass nose pads will ever become a necessity when you tend to buy your glasses at a dollar store. Discount cards and coupons for places you never or hardly go to are not worth hanging onto. How many buttons are worth saving? Okay, I am not throwing the buttons away. I am putting them with other buttons instead of having a few scattered here and there. If you are going to keep something around at least put the item with others of its kind.

My personality can often be extreme. Unchecked, I have the capacity to throw literally everything away. This could be a good thing as long as it’s not going to be something difficult to replace. But the loose watch batteries I’ve accumulated would only cost a dollar or two if I need some in the future. So they must go. The spare shoelaces that I never seem to need can also go even though they don’t take up much space. Sometimes I feel like replacing my laces just to use the new ones even though there is nothing wrong with the ones in my shoes. That’s a little dumb but I never said that I am beyond doing some dumb things.

It is getting much easier to toss things in the trash than I ever thought it would be. I am glad I’ve started this trend. I’ve got plans for later on in life that will require me to have a little as possible to burden me or slow me down. I believe I’m off to a good start.

Get rid of all the things – Part IV

Going through my top dresser drawer makes me feel a bit like Forrest Gump opening a box of chocolates. I never know what I am going to get. Over the years what should have been a drawer for socks, handkerchiefs or some other article of clothing has become something entirely different.

Instead of a dresser drawer, it is more of a cross between the kitchen junk drawer and the trinket box from To Kill A Mockingbird.  I have put off tackling this area because of the variety of items it contains. There is no one category to define its contents. Over the years I have to come up with different ways to keep it somewhat organized. I hate junk drawers and especially despise just throwing everything into a heap. So over time, when I emptied a box of checks I took the boxes and used them as separators. Yes, I know it sounds tacky and yes, it is as bad-looking as it sounds. But, in my defense, it was somewhat organized.

I waded in, slowly, not wanting to drown in the sea of debris that was a distorted but not entirely inaccurate reflection of who I am. Key rings of various sizes along with non-functioning mini flashlights and a laser pointer with weak batteries filled one box. “Maybe I can fix this flashlight?” In another box I found a mini screwdriver and loosed the tiny screws that prevented easy access to the flashlight’s battery compartment. Now apart, I tried removing the battery but realized I had tossed potential replacements into the trash just a moment earlier. Into the trash I ventured hoping that somehow I would miraculously grab one of the stronger batteries and not a dead one. There was no methodology applied in doing this. I grabbed the closest one. Thinking I was one step closer to salvaging the light, I was unable to remove the old battery and the guts of the device began to fall apart.

In you really want to get rid of something and don’t have the heart to toss a gadget that appears to be potentially usable I will share my secret to overcoming this. Take it apart and try to fix it. If you are like me you will fail at this. And so the mini flashlight, the battery I was going to use to revive it and another mini light on the same key chain all went into the garbage. Even the mini screwdriver broke into two pieces and so that was tossed as well.

Even though this was a small advance it was still a step in the right direction. Next I encountered 2 to 3 shoelaces. Why? Because I would forget that I had one and then buy another. Why? Just in case. Okay, there is nothing wrong with having a spare set of laces. But these have been in the drawer for months and maybe years so they too will go, along with several sun-glass neck cords.

What’s this? A very small pouch of something that looks like translucent rubber bands. I have encountered this item before. I did not know what it was the previous times and still do not recognize what it could be used for. I open the pouch this time because now I am in the proper frame of mind. After turning the item around several times I decide that it might be something to hold bed sheets in place. Or not. In the past I recall putting this item back, afraid that I would throw it out and then realize later that it was needed. Not this time. Into the trash it went. A sense of accomplishment brought a smug grin to my face. I was mastering the drawer. It is only a matter of time now. I’ve got a couple of days off this week. If I can empty this one drawer to the point that whatever remains is of impending usability I will have hope that the next drawer will be handled with increased momentum. Pray for me.

Get rid of all the things – Part III

Little things count. Bags of clothes sent to Goodwill, community centers and drop boxes count. Seldom used household items and non-sentimental trinkets are all candidates for the downsizing process. Garage and yard sales lose their attraction. Instead of looking at them with the thought of what treasure you might find, you long for the day when you can have your own sale. Everything I see now causes me to question its long term utility. It is a change in my thinking that I wasn’t expecting.

One must be a bit careful. It can become easy to look at everything as expendable. I’m not quite ready for that. Getting rid of something only to find I would need it will cost me in the end. That is one benefit of starting a purge while there is no hurry. A time will come when I am ready to move into a smaller space and the need to get rid of stuff will be more urgent. By that time, I expect to have much less than I do now so that the process is not overwhelming.

The last things you should get rid of are clothes, tools and cooking items. At least that is what I am thinking right now. I am not following a particular plan but taking bits and pieces of what others are doing. Some of the people I’ve read are over the top and into lifestyles that are not of interest to me. I am not a vegan, yoga practitioner or tree hugger. I am not interested in eating bugs, hunting my own food or growing a garden. The nomadic lifestyle is somewhat alluring, offering the opportunity to see different places and not be tied down to one location and climate.

Having lost my wife has made it easier to get rid of material things. When you no longer have the person who means the most to you, everything else’s value decreases. Of course I am not talking about people. Inanimate objects no longer hold the appeal they once did. And so we can more easily part with them.

Stay tuned for more on my path to smallness.

 

Get rid of all the things – Part II

In my post “Get rid of all the things” I started to talk about my decision to get small. After selling a few things I am looking at what is not sellable (I think I just created that word).

In a cabinet full of old papers I found many more tax returns than is required. It took about 2 days to shred documents going as far back as the eighties. The temperature light on my shredder forced me to give it a rest so the motor wouldn’t burn out. Now I am sorry that I missed a recent event where shredding was free. Oh well.

It becomes boring to keep looking for papers to shred so I switch my attention to my closet to consider what I don’t, can’t or shouldn’t wear anymore. The ugly sport coat I bought on eBay and a couple of uncomfortable running suits that I’ve never warn (I do not run or even walk very fast) because they were on sale have been dropped off at places where others can buy them.

Simplifying and minimizing is more than getting rid of stuff you already have. It means you do not not buy as much either. When something wears out it is a sign that you use it enough where you might need another one to replace it. Unless I join a nudist colony, socks and underwear will always have to be replaced. I have too many ties and only one suit that I’ll have to lose a few pounds to wear comfortably and just two sport coats. This means some of these ties can go. I’m thinking that winter is a bad time to review my warm weather wear and summer is the wrong time to start getting rid of sweaters. Better wait to see what I need in these seasons before I start purging.

I do not want to spend every off hour searching for items to get rid of. There is no hurry. It is nice to be able to take my time about it. By the time my life is ready for another change hopefully I will have rid myself of enough to where there will not be too much to work on.

I don’t expect to ever reach the point where I’ll have so little I can fit everything into one trunk like John Candy in Planes, Trains and Automobiles, but I feel like I am making progress.

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Finding my happy place.

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I finally did it. After spending a great many years working in positions where I couldn’t wait to go home and dreaded waking up in the morning, I made a huge change in the type of work that I want to do. I’m not sure if this something we can all do. “They” say to do what you love and success will follow. That is a much easier plan for those who start life with some idea of what they want to be when they grow up.

Back in the day, as my son would say, I had a notion of what interested me. Although I got off to a decent start, I failed to follow through. I have no one else to blame but myself. Sure, I could rattle off a list of circumstances that legitimately caused some changes in my life. Ultimately, we are all responsible for the choices we make, or that we fail to make.

I have not had a bad life. I married a wonderful woman and I wish more than anything that she was still here with me now. We raised four fantastic children who are smarter and more talented that I ever was. I had a career and jobs that, regardless of my complaints, kept a roof over our heads and food on the table.

Now I am in another season of life where my lifestyle and choices affect only me. And so, I gave up my search for the highest paying jobs that were geared toward my accumulated experience and turned in a completely different direction. In the past year I left a position that paid better that I could have hoped for at my age and with my limited skills. I gave up the security of earning enough to pay my bills. But, most of all I gave up work that I did not enjoy. And that, my friends, in the point of this story.

With a few dollars saved and much trepidation I began a search for “fun” jobs. This was not an easy way to look for work. Career builder, Monster and the other job search engines apparently consider quite a variety of jobs “fun”.  I beg to differ with their opinions. So it was up to me to figure out what a fun job really is. I knew I wanted to work with happy people. In a nutshell, I needed to avoid unhappiness. All my previous jobs seemed to be in the arena of serving disgruntled consumers who were victims of unfortunate circumstances. After many years of working in this type of environment I began to assume that everyone is basically unhappy and angry. This is not what I wanted.

I tried to imagine places where everyone was happy. Disney World? Too far away.  Fitness centers? One look at me and any potential member would find another facility. Entertainment? I can’t sing, act or dance.

I started to consider tourist attractions and other fun places such as vacation resorts. I even considered the travel industry. After all, who is happier that someone going on vacation?

After many fruitless searches I found a position as photographer with a vendor associated with none other than one of the most famous and long standing entertainment venues, tourist attractions and historic places in the world. And so I became a photographer at the Grand Ole Opry House right here in Nashville. Everyone who goes there is excited. No one is upset. No one is angry. No one is disgruntled. If ever there was a group of customers, actually they are guests, who are happy about where they are, it is these folks.

In the short amount of time that I have been in this position I have interacted with tourists and vacationers from just about every state in America. I have also met people from many other countries. Young people, old, and every age in between. I have learned much about photography and am learning more all the time from my teammates. Everyone I work with has been kind, welcoming and helpful.

Everyday that I am scheduled to work, I drive to the Grand Ole Opry House. I walk into a place where countless country music artists have walked. I stand on the stage where they perform. I take photos of people standing on a world famous, priceless, 6 foot circle of oak that was cut out of the Ryman Auditorium many years ago. I have walked on that same spot countless times since working there. I look out from the stage at the same seats and lights that the artists see. Best of all, my job is to tell people to smile and let me capture a moment that they will never forget. Some guests have become overwhelmed and actually cry as they stand on the circle while I take there picture.

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Some bend down and rub their hands over the wood. Others just stare at it in wonder. I have seem pnople lay down photos of friends and relatives who passed away before they could make the pilgrimage here. The guests are babies, parents, high school groups, senior citizens. People have come onto the circle with walkers and wheelchairs. The wood creaks when walked on telling, how old and seasoned it is. Everyone is respectful and aware of its significance.

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And so right now I am at the right place and at the right time in my life. I have other plans for my future but this is a big part of it. I am not going to get wealthy doing this but happiness has its own value. I’ve learned that doing something you enjoy sometimes means you have to scale down and make your lifestyle fit your paycheck instead of trying to make as much money as possible so you can have lots of stuff. At least that is the case now for me. I am past that time in my life where I need a large house and fancy car. Now I just want to enjoy each day.

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