Stuff, we need to talk…
I love stuff. I have been a collector of stuff for as long as I can remember.
This might come in handy someday, I’d better save it.
I could use this in an art project someday, I’d better save it.
Someone I know might need this someday, I’d better save it.
Reality – even if some of that stuff would come in handy or someone else might need it, I’m not sure where it is now – if I even remember that I have it. And I now have drawers full of things for art projects that never seem to manifest themselves.
In the last several years I’ve found myself saying, ‘We just don’t need any more stuff!’
Not only have I been trying to slow our intake of stuff, but I’ve been going through the stuff we have and trying to get rid of things.
Some stuff seemed really cool when I got it, like that fondue pot, but I NEVER used it.
Other stuff I imagine was sentimental at one point, but now I can’t remember where it came from or why it was so special that I saved it.
This all came to mind because I read this interesting article titled, the answer to consumerism isn’t minimalism; it’s art.
Megan writes about our relationship with stuff and that the issue isn’t that we value stuff too much, but instead we don’t value it enough.
She says, “Because the solution to our problem isn’t pretending that stuff doesn’t have value. It’s creating, seeking out, and embracing the stuff that matters most.”
I think this is a really interesting idea. I do think that because we have access to so many things at such a relatively low cost, much of what we consume is disposable and less valuable. We often go for quantity over quality.
That’s what I’d like to change. I’d like to decrease my quantity of stuff and increase the quality. I’d like to value and embrace the stuff that matters most.
I’ll never be a minimalist. I think I’ll always be a collector of things in one way or another.
And honestly, I’ll probably just have to do an occasional purge of my stuff – separating out the that stuff that matters the most to me and letting the other things go, on to a new home where they can become someone else’s treasures.
What’s your relationship to stuff?