Reasons for a Minimalist to Give Thanks
So often at Thanksgiving, we participate in the unofficial “What Are You Thankful For?” Game. My mom has a white tablecloth that we write our “thankful fors” on every year. Although I would not be likely to start this tradition myself (you want me to keep something I use once a year?!?), I must admit that it’s fun to go back and see what we wrote in past years. Sometimes we had friends or extended family with us. One year an exchange student from China wrote her “thankful for” in Chinese characters. I can’t read it, but it’s fun anyway.
The items on the following list probably wouldn’t make it onto my mom’s tablecloth, but they are things I am truly thankful for. Before venturing into the world of minimalism, most of the things on this list wouldn’t have been part of my life.
I can park in my garage!
I no longer feel the need to have a wide variety of belongings, so I frequent fewer yard sales and clearance racks, knowing I don’t “need” what they have to offer.
I never cease to be thankful for decreased cleaning time. (Now, if I could just figure out how to decrease the time I spend cooking an ever-increasing amount of food…)
I don’t waste time searching for things.
All my doors and drawers open and close easily!
Having less has given me a deeper appreciation for what I do have. (I frequently give audible thanks for my amazing 26-year old Camry. It passed its emissions test last month, never goes to the shop, and just keeps getting me where I need to go!)
Company does not stress me out, because cleaning up can happen pretty quickly and I don’t feel the need to present a Better Homes and Gardens house to my friends.
Even in a smaller space we are able to have company!
I love that I don’t even look at Black Friday deals and can use the holidays to enjoy family time.
Every time we move I pack, unpack, and organize fewer boxes of stuff.
Less time spent shopping, maintaining, and cleaning my stuff means more time spent reading, hiking, and generally feeling less stressed.
My possessions do not make me feel guilty (“I know I should have gotten to that already”), discontent (“I wish I could lose weight and wear those jeans”), or resentful (“I wish I didn’t have to dust this horrendous hippo statuette, but if I get rid of it Grandma will be mad”).
My children are learning to live with less (by American standards, anyway…)
What are you thankful for this holiday season?