As a long-term minimalist in possessions, I’ve written a lot recently about mental minimalism, and minimising the things which take up my time and mental capacities. Continue reading “What Purpose?”
The word ‘hoarder’ is thrown around a lot in minimalism circles, so much so that I often feel that I’ll be granted the minimalist badge of honour for not exclaiming, like many others “I went from a hoarder to minimalist!”. That doesn’t matter, as competition isn’t what minimalism is, and it’s something I try to stay away from as much as possible since I’m naturally quite competitive anyway! Continue reading “The Problem with the Word ‘Hoarder’ | minimalism”
The past few days have been an intresting few for me. I planned to write this post on Friday, but the topic of it actually got in the way and unleashed a whirlwind in our small studio! I knew that decluttering, especially sentimental items, would be life-changing, and I’ve reaped so many benefits over the past year and a half or so already from the process, yet I was totally unprepared for the aftermath of donating some of my most confusing, and thus emotional sentimental items.
Sorry for the long silence everyone! Our semester break has been punctuated by a three-week long trip to visit loved ones and we’ve spent a lot of time in transit and having a brilliant time with friends, family, and brewers I’d personally begin to consider personal friends (well, okay, they were nice to us when we visited their breweries. That’s the same thing, right?) I want to write a lot about travels and my collected thoughts (of which there are many, one of the joys of travel is the time it allows for reflection- both self and otherwise-, and will over the coming weeks, but there has been an issue on my mind I need to shake off- perhaps for my mental health as much as for the mere observation. Continue reading “The Cult (and Myth) of Personal Style | minimalism”
My experience with mental health is perhaps not the most riveting reading subject you will stimble across today, but as I want to present my authentic self here, on my own writing platform, I feel it’s important to begin talking about it, slowly, slowly, as my own little chip in the block of society’s stigma surrounding it.
It also touches, indeed, on the issue of authenticity vs originality which is something I’m excited to write about in-depth soon. Continue reading “Post without Picture |living”
Lying awake in the throes of insomnia last night I had a flashback to a particularly boring set of lectures I had at my first university. It was German political philosophy, which was fascinating in itself, but something of a false advertisement as we spent the majority of the semester err…not studying German philosophy. That added to the snore-dull, yet also oddly esoteric style of the lecturer meant that something I should have found interesting was not my cup of tea.
But we did cover some interesting things, and as I have an interest in philosophy anyway I read a lot on my own. And thought a lot on my own (usually sporting a beret, black coffee, and red wine, because pourquoi non?) Continue reading “Rousseau Would Turn in his Grave: The Social Contract | philosophy”