I tried for a while to be more towards the minimalist mentality but I give up. I’m going with who I am – a junker, a collector, a keeper of the memories, perhaps a borderline hoarder – I like my stuff. I have read the books, the posts, and felt the urge to de clutter but beyond cleaning out the laundry room and a few kitchen drawers, I’m done. The thing I really want to do is get far away from this forest of fictitious rules and single-minded guidelines that are all over this World Wide Web and all of this networking, including magazines that shoot pictures of people and places that are, again, retouched snapshots of “reality” . I fear we will lose track of who we are with all of the influence and depictions of people’s lives that can bombard us every hour of every day. And nearly all of it is not for real, but are isolated moments that attempt to tell a story of how things are or should be.
Anyway, I am of a generation where we had time to think about who we were – we spent a lot of time “finding ourselves” and because of this blessed background, I am returning to that concept – we need to be ourselves and I, like clutter. There, I said it…
I also like the patina of my old furniture that has marks from childhood on its lovely scruffy surface and I like the way the post at the end of my staircase is worn and without paint from the hands of my family grabbing it each time they went upstairs and then there are the walls filled with paintings, mine and my kid’s, I even like the five little nails where stockings hung and still remain on the mantle from Christmases past, it is all part of the real story.
It is freeing to let go of that idea that things have to be perfect and that huge misconception that they even can be – perfect is just being you, not a picture in a magazine or a new rule to follow from someone’s post. I hope you do not consider this a rant or another set of internet rules to follow – I just meant this to support you or perhaps encourage you to leave social media alone from time to time and find your real self – that person that is perfectly you.
“There are three things extremely hard: steel, a diamond, and to know one’s self.”