On Stuff | Amarillo TX Photographer
I'm a wannabee minimalist.
I would love to live in an empty room with a bed, my computer, and my camera gear. But instead, I've got a kitchen full of cooking tools and pans and dishes, a closet full of clothes, a T.V. that I don't care about owning, lamps, pillows, blankets, beauty products, old electronics, coats, couches, candles...crap.
Crap I don't need. Crap that is distracting me, confusing me, and irritating me. Recently, I took a trip to Goodwill and dropped off several boxes of this crap. I barely remember what was in those boxes. Probably because I didn't need that stuff in the first place. I felt so good afterwards and not because I donated to Goodwill. I felt good because I had that much less stuff weighing me down. Maybe that's selfish.
I was talking with my friend that other day about the way we all are striving day in and day out. And what are we striving for? We work our butts off every day so we can buy more stuff. Then we work hard to buy a bigger house so we have a place to put our stuff. Then we buy more stuff to fill our bigger house. We are filling our homes and our minds with crap...packing ourselves to the brim.
What the heck are we doing this for?
And then we got to talking about having money in general. I confess that I find security in having money. I want to make more money so I can be prepared for the possibility of difficult times. Mainly I want health insurance because apparently living without it is risky. That's what they tell us. I want to be able to save money for the future. But even if I miraculously made more money, would I save it?
I met a financial adviser while sitting at a coffee shop once. He told me I have nice teeth (surprisingly I get that a lot). He also told me that no matter how much a person makes, they always increase their spending to match their income. They don't save. Why? Because they want more STUFF. They want a fancier car and a better house and they don't care that they have to go in debt to have those things.
My husband was telling me about a house he went into the other day. The owner showed him one wall in the house. Apparently this one wall cost $15,000. 15 freaking thousand dollars...for a wall! They also had a $100,000 pool and oh, this was their second home. Why do people need that? I hope that if I ever have that kind of money, I would be generous with it (not that these people aren't, I don't know). But instead of buying a $15,000 wall, I would give that money to someone who needs it more.
After all of these conversations, I became extremely content with my life. I found myself no longer looking to the future and wishing the day would come when I would reach certain milestones - like having kids or owning a home. I want those some day but not now. I realized how free I am. My husband and I can literally go anywhere we want and do anything we want.
I don't go through walks in my neighborhood creepily staring into the gigantic houses wishing I had that kind of space. I almost feel bad for those people. They've reached stagnant waters. They're stuck.
I'm in transition, I'm growing, and I'm always on the move. I wouldn't want it any other way.