At the beginning of summer, I chose sanity over convenience. An issue arose in my sweet little apartment building in Brooklyn and for the sake of sanity, I packed up a small bin and left the rest of my belongings behind until further notice. I didn’t know how long I would go before returning home. I am glad that I didn’t know because if I had, I would’ve missed out on something beautiful.
For almost 2 months, I have lived only with the amount of toiletries that fit in a travel-sized case, only the clothing that fit in a small Rubbermaid bin, and only 3 pairs of shoes. For some that might be a lot, for me it is a fraction of what I own.
My tiny capsule closet has freed up time and pushed me to be more creative. I have slept longer, savored more time in the shower, and brewed fresh pots of coffee in the morning. But even better than that, living out of a bin taught me the value of loosely holding onto what I own. That there is sweet freedom in living light. That making do with less doesn’t mean you’re lacking, it means you get it.
I’ll leave you with a quote I stumbled upon this afternoon, “We no longer have a need to attach our love to material things, understanding that it only leads to misery because we are not learning to love ourselves and others. The mentality only leads to further acquisition of more things.”