Minimalist Lifestyle - ellie mclove


I was born a minimalist.  Whether it's my clothes, my hair, my "beauty" routine, my room, my house, my jobs, my lifestyle, my relationships... quite literally anything and everything about ME has been living the motto KEEP IT SIMPLE. KEEP IT MINIMAL.

For a few years there, I lost my identity.  Caught in a whirlwind of desires and life.  The whirlwind of trying to be cool.  To fit in.  It obviously equates to having more stuff, right?  I collected a ton of "stuff" in that period.  Unnecessary things, stuff, relationships, pieces and parts of careers.  I lost myself in all of the clutter. 

Then it hit.

I bottomed out.

All of this clutter of people and things and social events and jobs and SHIT - it consumed me.  Sucked every last bit of life out of me. And it was time to go back to... me. Simple. Minimal. Me.

This isn't about fitting anyone else's mold or perception or a societal label.  This is about just being getting back to me.  Something I've prided in for years and lost myself somewhere along the line.  I'm fucking back though. And with a vengeance.

I've spent hours rebuilding and isolating and refocusing on reconnecting on what matters and disconnecting from what doesn't. 

My career.  What am I good at?  How can I help people and not kill myself over it?  What parts can I focus on that I'm happy with and can still keep a roof over my head doing? I've let go of a lot, minimized several aspects of work and my career that I was wasting away on and rid myself of it.  Refocusing on work that I love and is good for my mental well-being.

My stuff. I've spent even more hours cleaning up and boxing all of the extra physical clutter from my living and work space.  Swag, clothes, jewelry, knick-knacks.  None of that is ME.  None of that makes me happy.  I have boxes and boxes and boxes of my things that will be listed for sale or donated to my local safehouse. (BTW, I am getting my Etsy store set up and listing shit of value to sell ... to clutter your shit up.... it's a work in progress, be patient for those of you wanting the clutter.) I've cleaned my room and workspace free of trinkets and souvenirs. Only things left are of significant sentimental value or collector's items. 

My clothes. I don't own a winter coat.  I own one pair of heels which I've worn once.  I don't own any skirts or dresses. I don't own colors.  My wardrobe is men's clothes. I can wear on my fat days, my not-as-fat days. My wardrobe is shorts, jeans, tees, and hoodies - black, gray, white, and army green. I don't spend money on expensive lingerie.  Men's boxers are amazing underwear. Bye bye yoga pants and leggings... that is NOT for me and I won't pretend it is. I kept enough clothes that I don't have to do laundry daily.  Because again, simple.  I don't want to have to spend spare time washing clothes because I didn't keep enough.

And yes, I did keep some of my expensive handbags because they DO make me happy and are utilized on the daily. I gotta take my home office with me and gotta have bags to do that.  Duh.  One vice.  ONE.

Beauty? Oh.  And that persnickety "beauty" routine?  Again, just not my gig.  I own one tube of mascara.  Makeup is not my thing.  Which makes it easy.  No clutter in my bathroom drawers.  My routine is simple.  It's just about keeping myself clean.

Media. I've scanned every physical photo I ever owned. It's all digital.  I've donated all of my DVDs, CDs, etc. In the era of Netflix, Spotify, Hulu, etc. there is not a single need in my world to own physical photos, movies, music.

My household. I don't cook.  I don't bake.  So the kitchen is a no brainer for me.  I got me a microwave. I know how to make my ramen.  I'm solid. 

For over two years I've been gently and slowly cleaning that clutter out. The things. The people. The jobs. The stress. And it feels amazing.  And yeah... I've decluttered the relationships. Some just are not healthy for whatever reason and that is OKAY.  It's not about getting rid of so much stuff and people that I am lost and lonely. For me, the more stuff I have, the more unhappy I am.  I thrive on living with my bare minimum needs.

In the spirit of not bottoming myself out again, I've asked family and friends to please not give me gifts going forward.  Only money.  (Kidding.)

It's ME time again.  Without all that shit. I kept my dog though, he's kinda cute. But all the clutter and all that stuff? It never defined me. I define me.

Am I done?  No.  Being a minimalist is a daily process.  I throw fifteen things away daily.  If it's physical material things, fifteen things on my To-Do list, or fifteen unnecessary thoughts or worries - fifteen things are gone and out of my life every night.

"Junk. Sadly, most of our things belong in this pile. These are the artifacts we like—or, more accurately, think we like—but they don’t serve a purpose or bring us joy. The average American home contains more than 300,000 items, and most of it is junk. While this junk often masquerades as indispensable, it actually gets in the way of a more meaningful life.

Of course, the personal effects in these piles are different for everyone. The widgets that add value to my life might be junk to you, and vice versa. The key, then, is to continue to question the things we bring into our lives, and to question the things we hold onto, because the stuff that adds value today might be tomorrow’s junk."

300,000 items of JUNK.

If anyone is interested in joining this continuous journey with me.  Sharing your experiences or learning more about mine, please feel free to contact me.

I'm a minimalist.  And I'm fucking happy.

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