// Alex Cican //
In some ways, I really relate to the sentiments behind "minimalist" fashion. I like the idea of not being wasteful; not encouraging gratuitous production. But I have zero interest in a monochromatic, clean-lined, or "classic" aesthetic, and I want to have lots of things. I am a big fan of possessions. Yes, they need to be organized or I go crazy, but there can be plenty of 'em! I view my objects, especially my clothes, as an expression of my current identity, whatever that may be. When I have a limited set to work with, I get bored. Not only that, but I feel dull, like a dusty mirror. What does that say about my self-perception? Without my pretty wardrobe, I'm nothing? I don't want to believe that.
Melody Beattie famously said, "Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more." I struggle to be thankful in this encompassing way. The Nife often talks about "the feeling of enough", which I understand to mean contentment with the current situation. Not complacency, but satisfaction with one's goods and experiences. Ironically, the author of that blog has been striving for years to simplify her material life, and has yet to reach a point of satisfied contentment. Does such a destination exist?
These musings leave me conflicted and conclusion-less. Here is a bright picture instead:
// Chris Woebken //
If you have any thoughts on this topic, please let me know what they are! Other people's perspectives always help me figure out my own.