Packing Up

 

 

Recently, I’ve been on a testing my will-power kick. Trying to not eat chocolate for a week, trying to work out every day, trying to live the simple life. The latter is the hardest. While I support the minimalist lifestyle and while I can see that in my future, I look at the things I have and I notice I am rich. I am too rich. Only about 2% of the world population has the chance to go to college. I am rich. So many in this world have 1 or 2 sets of clothes, and are lucky to have ONE pair of shoes. Right now I am on my FOURTH LOAD of laundry, and I have more shoes, more tennis shoes even, than I NEED. I am RICH. Schools in small underdeveloped countries have very few sources of information to teach with. I have boxes and boxes of JUST BOOKS. I am RICH. I have my own room in THREE houses, my apartment, my moms house, my dads house. SO many families of 6-12 people share a single room house as big as the living room in my apartment. I am RICH. Even more obvious, I have running water, running CLEAN water, and a roof over my head EVERY night. I am RICH. I am blessed.

 

 

However, I do see where the problem lies. The problem lies in the fact that any piece of clothing I don’t wear, any pair of shoes that sits in my closet, any book I don’t read I don’t NEED. And 75% percent of the stuff I do use, and think I “need”, I don’t. The problem lies in those things. Those things I own in excess. Those things aren’t mine.

 

So as I pack my things to move back to Dallas for a couple months, I pack with those stats in consideration. If I can’t fit EVERYTHING in my car that I need (including EVERYTHING i own at home in the other two houses)… then I have too much. Thing is… it would prolly take a moving truck to haul everything I own. Its time to reduce, and give away. Buckle down, not only will this hurt, it will take time and energy. But in the long run, oh how great it will feel.