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Happy Space

When I became a Romantic Minimalist I decided
to take matters of space into my own hands.
I was no longer a victim to consumerism.
Deprivation didn’t enter into my thoughts.
I just wanted to keep the important things
and leave the chaos and stress behind.
My people have asked me how I did it.
How did I part with so much stuff?
This is how I became a Romantic Minimalist.
I have never looked back…

I watched my children have to clean out
their Grandmother’s house after her death.
It was painful watching them have to go
through all that stuff and try to decide
what to do with it. There were arguments
among their father and his siblings as
well as manipulation. It was sad.
This event coincided with an illness of
my own that took me dangerously close
to my own death.
I thought about all of the things that
my children would have to take care of
in the event of my own death.
That changed things in an instant.

This is how I did it:

1) Clothes
I cleaned out things I hadn’t worn.
Next, I narrowed down to black as a basic.
I threw out shoes that hurt my back.
Practical clothes were kept.
I kept what I loved to wear.
The donations were constant.
It felt good.

2) Crafts
I narrowed down my crafts to one project at a time.
Embroidery was dear to me.
My Grandmother had taught me at an early age.
I donated every other project.
Now I embroidery quilt squares.
When I finish I will choose one project next.

3) Housewares
I sorted out the gadgets we didn’t need.
Appliances and baking supplies were given away.
When I want to bake I buy a mix.
I keep a 9×13 pan for everything.
We gave away our extra sheets and towels.
The china is going next.
Have you ever used your china?
Is it sentimental?

4) Paper
As a writer and a reader I decided
to save trees and space too.
We went digital.
Instead of buying books we bought Xoom tablets, and smart phones.
We now get free classic books.
Notes are taken on colornote on tablets and phones.
No clutter on the desk or counter.
We gave our paper books to others.

5) Consumables
We buy less processed food.
Basic vegetables, rice, oatmeal,
and fruit are on the menu.
Simple meals with little preparation.

I have chosen simple beauty now.
No expensive jars of cream.
Olive oil, vit E, and lemon juice
are my choice for skin.
I cut my own hair and limit
makeup and beauty products.

In every category I thought
about what I truly loved.
The things I chose had meaning.
Sometimes practical was important.
What I found in the end was amazing.

Happy space was there. I choose to live
knowing that there are few things
left behind without meaning.

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Finding the Real Ones: True Storytellers

In the midst of our travels on the journey of life blah blah blah…

Begin again.

We want to find the real ones.
What we go back and truly admire is art and “the real ones”.
The real ones are everything from spare parts to authentic people.
I admire the storytellers.
There are few good storytellers left.
I’m not talking about “writers”, bloggers, published authors or English Majors that need an occupation.
I’m talking about the few storytellers that are left in this world.
As a Romantic Minimalist it is these particular “real ones” I respect and admire the most.
A couple of Doctors I work with are such. They can tell stories of history and politics with flavor.
There are a few good bloggers out there that are storytellers.
Today I found “So Far From Heaven” by Old Jules
He’s a real one.
Many bloggers like me, just talk about a subject or post their photos.
Don’t get me wrong. I like bloggers and I like writing blogs.

It’s not the same…

Once again my Romantic Minimalist mind has come to a crossroads.
I used to “follow” any blog of interest.
As of today, I plan only to follow the good storytellers.
Why?
Life is short
I always smile and immerse myself when a storyteller lets loose.
There is nothing in life more precious or necessary.
Out with the clutter of good blogs that aren’t storytellers.
Take no offense.
It’s just Romantic Minimalism at it’s best.
That’s who I am.
A real one.

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