Minimalist: My Crack at Defining Who We (They?) Are
You can define minimalists any way you want, but every blog I read defines us — or should I say them — slightly differently.
Are we all talking about the same thing?
You may remember that I don’t like labels, so I don’t whole-heartedly accept any of them, not even minimalist.
I try to live a simple, deliberate life. I don’t make many useless purchases, but I eat fast food. I don’t attend many events at downtown’s finest performance halls, but I try to see some live music in a fun setting every week.
I’m eliminate the clutter that once threatened to swallow me, but my house isn’t exactly tidy. I run my own very small one-person business, but it isn’t completely passive. And I blog. So many minimalists do that, don’t they?
Lots of people go wildly wrong when they try to define minimalists and minimalism.
Some people think minimalists are concerned with decorating. Minimalists, they suspect, have chairs that appear to be suspended in mid-air and sofas — sorry, sofa, singular — covered in a neutral beige fabric with a painting of a single red brushmark hanging from a silver wire on the wall above it.
Others think of minimalists as young men dressed in one of five t-shirts and one of three pairs of khaki shorts living at an extended stay hotel out of a carry-on bag, sipping plain black coffee at a Starbucks knockoff with free wifi.
Both of those cleverly-worded paragraphs describe only certain types of minimalists. I’m 38, I don’t wear shorts and my sofa has a floral pattern. (It’s actually striped, but the floral pattern thing sounded so much sillier.)
So can I be a minimalist?
Each day, I believe a bit more that I am.
You see, I don’t participate in other people’s systems or schemes unless it benefits me. And I don’t waste my time — unless wasting it is best for my soul at a particular moment.
I qualify as a minimalist because my life has:
- less stuff
- less busywork
- less nonsense imposed by others
- less self-delusion
- more tolerance
- more mindfulness
- more excitement
- more of what really gives meaning to life.
That’s my life. And today, that’s my definition of a minimalist.
Sofas and suitcases don’t matter.