Reigniting an Old Love Affair

Lightening the Load and Reigniting my Love Affair with Minimalism

For ages I had boxes and baskets overflowing with junk. I knew I didn’t need this junk. I knew that I didn’t want this junk. I planned on planning a plan to get rid of—this junk.

Finally, a week ago I kicked this crap out of my life. It feels so good getting rid of the stuff that’s been cluttering up my world. Without big boxes of crap in the way, I can actually make use of and enjoy the floor space in my room.

And that’s not all.

I finally cut my hair.

It was gross; it was lacking in any shape or style. I was cutting it myself. Let me repeat that. I, Marianne, not a professional or even someone marginally trained or skilled, was cutting my own hair. I wasn’t even using the right scissors. I was using a small pair of pink children’s scissors to haphazardly cut layers into my hair because I wasn’t ready to part with the length but I knew the dead ends had to go. And honestly, that was not the first time.

pink scissors

Hey, at least they don’t have a safety guard…

Why was I being so stubborn about letting a professional tackle my top mop?

A few reasons, I suppose. For one, I was afraid I would miss my hair and regret it. But I’ve had short hair that I really liked before and it’s not like constant ponytails and messy buns were really doing anything marvelous for my big round face. Another big reason I refused to let go of my locks is my curling irons. They’re lovely. I’ve loved them since the day they arrived on my door step.

I just knew that if I cut my hair I’d have to resign my irons to the sad dark drawers of my bathroom, not to be seen until after the length of time it takes to regrow several inches of hair.

lustrum nume

Couldn’t you just die? They’re so convenient, 5 interchangeable barrels of varying sizes and shapes, and I got a great deal thanks to a handy coupon code.

My possessions were possessing me. I wasn’t doing what I wanted and really needed to do for the sake of healthy (and let’s just admit it) reasonably attractive looking hair.

The ironic thing is, I think I’m using my curling irons more now with short hair than I was when it was long. With less to curl, the process is much quicker and since my hair finally has some shape to it, it actually looks good when it’s styled. I might decide to let it back some time, and that’s fine, but for now I’m happy with it. I should have done it sooner.

The other minimalist push I’ve made recently was to reduce my internet social circle. This was a super easy and yet such a delayed move. I was holding on to many acquaintances whom I never interact with out of a half-baked idea of networking and not burning bridges. However, I’ll probably never need to cross these bridges and a network implies that there is actual association, or at least similar interests among connected people, not just an arbitrary invitation to look at each other’s vacation photos—and who wants to see that crap anyway?

And so I deleted many people from my Facebook account. I really doubt they’ll notice and if they do, I really don’t think they will mind. It’s not like we were close friends anyway and there are other social media platforms on which to connect that are less personal than a site like Facebook.

Doing these things just feels right. I know minimalism isn’t for everyone. A lot of my friends don’t understand or don’t even like the idea of it. To each their own, I suppose, but it is my guess that everyone probably has this kind of clutter in their life and most people would benefit from trimming the fat.

And even though I’m a lousy girlfriend, this is the best relationship I’ve had in years, so I’m letting all of you know right now: Minimalism is bae.

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About mariannemarch

Student, server, fashion and beauty addict

Posted on July 12, 2015, in minimalism and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Some friends come around when they are you doing have the chaos in your life that they may have. Also, maybe you’re not a lousy girlfriend, maybe almost that stuff was just in the way . 😉 Becoming a Minimalist is addictive. Enjoy

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