Minimize Me: A Former Hoarder’s Journey into a Life of Minimalism- Part two: Lost Momentum

This series is a documentation of my journey into a life of minimalism. The highs, the lows, the wins, and losses of minimizing the amount of stuff in my life. If you’re just jumping into this series, may I suggest you check out the introduction and part 1.


I’m in week two of my journey into minimalism and to be honest, I’ve lost some steam. The initial glimmer of it all, the thrill of the purge, has worn off. With coming down off of this mountain top high, the dissipating adrenaline, comes the stinging bite of reality that my old habits and ways of living have not been eradicated overnight. In my first week, I felt invincible. I was conquering the clutter. Launching myself into a simplistic life free of consumerism. Now I’ve just realized I have less stuff.

You want to know what a good marker of a hoarder is? That moment when you find an old deposited check from your now deceased Grandmother. Seriously. I was so bummed, in denial bummed. I still wanted to try and cash it. Gladly it was only for $50 bucks. But man oh man, would I have loved to have that cash. Dinner on me! What. A. Shame. So instead, I taped that check to my mirror as a reminder. A reminder of what I’m doing. Why I’m doing it. To live simply. I guess that’s what I need this week. A bit of a pick me up, confirmation that what I’m doing is right and for the better rather then a fad season of my life.

Jesus talks about a rich young fool in Luke 12 who tears down all of his barns to make room for his crops. God calls him a fool because it turns out the man is going to die that day what then of all of his stuff? No one will be able to inherit it. A friend’s great aunt passed away last year. She had stuff, lots of stuff. Like her house was a time capsule it was so full of stuff. And they had to go through it all. I think money was stuffed under the mattress. Typical. I guess as I look at my stuff, the piles of things that don’t really matter, I don’t like the idea of people having to go through it all. I dread the day I have to do that for my mother (hopefully far, far down the road ma. You’re invincible.).

People will be inspecting your life, weighing it, measuring it, all by the things you owned. They’ll see where you put your money, what was important to you. I don’t think it would be a very good gauge of my life, and yet, perhaps it would. God tell us where our treasure is, there our heart will be also. If my treasure consists of my possessions, it’s a sad day. Nothing I own will enter into the Kingdom with me. If anything my possessions are weighing me down now. They’re holding me back from living a Spirited life, a life of abundance. The more you own, the more you worry about. I’m sick of worrying. Jesus didn’t worry about stuff. He lived the ultimate minimalist life I’d say.

“So don’t worry about these things, saying, ‘What will we eat? What will we drink? What will we wear?’   These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers, but your heavenly Father already knows all your needs.   Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need. “So don’t worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today’s trouble is enough for today.”

Matthew 6:31-34