I discovered minimalism probably just shy of a year ago.
I’m a fan.
And like many fans, I’m better at watching than doing. I’ve dabbled a bit and I purged quite a lot back in the beginning of 2018, but there’s still a long way to go. Now, however, my husband’s found out he’s getting a new job next summer and we’ll be moving very, very, very far away – on our own dime…
Let’s just say, the motivation for minimalism has been upped astronomically.
So I’m jumping in with the 30 Day Minimalism Game, started by (drum roll) the Minimalists. For more info (and lots of other minimalist stuff. Seriously, these guys are awesome) go here, but the gist is to get rid of one thing on day one, two things on day two, etc. until day thirty when you’re getting thirty unnecessary things out of your house.
If my math is right that’s 465 things, which sounds like an enormous number until I remember little things like dry pens and unnecessary paperwork also count (whew!). Still, I’m a little worried about the second half.
I am changing one thing about this game. Their challenge insists on getting the stuff out of your house by midnight. Let me tell you, this Mama isn’t buckling two kids into carseats every day for a trip to Goodwill. I am not superwoman.
Today is day one. I won’t post every day, but I’ll be taking pictures and probably updating once a week. I will tell you what I got rid of today. Here’s the story.
I made soup yesterday. It was for a church thing and a pretty good soup if I do say so myself. It required the biggest pot I’ve got which is this massive cast iron thing. I’ve used it maybe twice and it’s probably really meant for camping but, haha, I don’t camp.
So after finishing the soup, bringing it to church, having a wonderful time, then coming home, feeding the kids who have decided that now they’re hungry, and starting them on the rugged road toward bedtime, I remember cast iron needs special care. I dump the soup into smaller containers, scrub the pot, and thoroughly dry every single little crease. I probably should have oiled it, too, but once I got it dry I realized… no, I don’t want to do this. Ever. Again.
This morning I put the pot in a box to be carted off to charity. I know, I know, cast iron is amazing and lasts forever. Sorry, I don’t love cooking enough to do all that work, though I give major points to those who do.
Minimalism Game day one – done.
Anyone else want to play?