Miss Minimalist, my inspiration for this blog, has an excellent post on decluttering one’s fantasy self.
I’ve come to understand that the craft supplies and baking pans are part of my old fantasy self. The one that’s getting decluttered. I don’t really want to spend all day in the kitchen making cupcakes. I admire and appreciate people who do (and their cupcakes, yum!) but that’s not me. I’m not a baker.
I admit that I’m not a master seamstress, and I tossed the shirts that had been destined for a memory quilt for six years, giving up the fantasy that I would get to it someday.
All these things I’m letting go of in order to focus on other things, and now my fantasy self has swung the completely opposite direction.
I want less and less and less.
I want my entire bathroom to fit into a gallon zip-baggie. I want my closet to fit into a backpack. I want my kitchen to fit into a box. I want everything I own to fit into my car.
I want to declutter to my fantasy self.
I want to let go of the just-in-cases. I want to toss the curlers and the flat-iron and just love my hair however it decides to act that day. I want to pick a base color for my wardrobe (I love blacks and greys, but I am having a love affair with a brown button-down). I want to break up sets and only keep the pieces I use. I want to let go of gifts people have given me. I want to stop buying things in bulk to save a buck, because I would honestly rather have just enough and not have to store the rest in my space.
This new desire to shed and shed and shed scares me a little but it exhilarates me. I don’t have to be surrounded by stuff to be happy. In fact, I am finding more and more pleasure in empty spaces every day. I can breathe easier. I feel happier.