I like things. THINGS. Stuff. Material goods. I used to be quite the shopper. At some point, a few years ago, I became satisfied with the things I had and became more concerned for my soul. The economy was tanking anyway and it became trendy to simplify. Plus, Jeremy’s more frugal antics and hankering for delayed gratification started to rub off on me. I saw the point of spending our money on things that would give us a return later in life. Like real estate and travel. At the same time I started contemplating what really makes us happy – I started studying metaphysics and reading books on the philosophy of stoicism.
Today, 50% of the blogs I read consistently share really rad and often hand-crafted clothes, home goods, and artisan wares. The other 50% of the blogs I read consistently share great advice on how to find peace through simplicity, food, and making do with what you’ve got. Aesthetically I’m of the opinion that More is More. I’d rather look at The Selby over Dwell any day. Morally, I believe that Less is More – that I already have everything I need.
Still, right this second here’s a list of things I want:
• A heart ring
• And some first knuckle rings too.
• I’d also like to decorate my arms in mismatched bangles, bracelets, and cuffs
• A tee-pee
• A fire pit
• Cozy floor pillows
• Handmade coffee mugs, plates and bowls
• Air plants and succulents
• Art and more art
• A jackalope (thanks Dad!)
• A lululemon hoodie
• A new camera lens (5oMM 1.2)
• Nail polish
• A Subaru
• All The Cute Things for bebe
None of these things in themselves are evil – but is my want for things a warning sign? Am I trying to plug up some sort of insecurity with stuff? At what point does decoration become soul-deteriorating? How many pairs of Lululemon pants do I need anyway? Do I need a better philosophy of life? Maybe I should go meditate.
I’d love to hear from you about your relationship with stuff. Leave me your thoughts in the comments.