My Closet of Broken Dreams (and Way Too Many Shoes)
We’ve all seen those aspirational photos, haven’t we? The ones with the pristine white walls, a single plant, and a wardrobe consisting of precisely seven items (all in neutral tones, of course). I, my friends, am not one of those people. My ideal aesthetic is less “serene sanctuary” and more “eclectic vintage shop exploded.” But, like any good millennial with an internet connection, I decided to give minimalism a try.
Turns out, I actually use most of my stuff. That “random assortment of buttons” I almost tossed? Yeah, those came in handy when a favorite cardigan lost a button. And those paint-splattered sweatpants? They’re perfect for my new artistic hobby (which, ironically, involves creating maximalist collages).
Minimalism: Is It Really All It’s Cracked Up To Be?
My minimalist experiment crashed and burned faster than you can say “spark joy.” I realized that while I admire the discipline and intentionality of minimalism, it’s just not for me. I like my quirky collections, my colorful wardrobe, and yes, even my random assortment of buttons.
Here’s what I did learn though:
- Decluttering feels amazing – even if you don’t go full minimalist.
- It’s okay to keep things that bring you joy, even if they’re not “practical.”
- There’s a big difference between minimalism as an aesthetic and minimalism as a lifestyle. You can appreciate the former without subscribing to the latter.
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