MENTAL HEALTH | MINIMALISM
Enlightened: On The Road, a Chin Hair, Opened Eyes, and a Whole New View
I read about minimalism and wondered if it was what I needed.
With life comes junk and it can weigh us down.
Not long ago, I incorporated a quasi-minimalistic approach to my life, to a degree, without discomfort and without moving to a teepee.
Initially, I identified what I held onto that caused me unnecessary anxiety. Not a difficult undertaking, at all. Dusting small decor on shelves? Gone. Shelves and the crevice-ridden tchotchkes served no purpose but to ridicule my housekeeping standards. I removed them. The trinkets and the shelves no longer exist. Problem solved.
Eight black shirts that all look similar? Ditto for the pants upon pants I never wore in Florida and I’ve been here 12 years. I kept a small percentage of clothes that are my go-to favorites and donated the rest. I have a closet again that I navigate my body in easily.
Mental cleansing is just as important. An emotionally imbalanced marriage? Done.
My anxiety lifted upon completion of each step toward simple living.
One by one, I erased or minimized the areas that drove me crazy. I relaxed after giving 100% and, I suppose looking back, became complacent. Routine. On auto-pilot.
There was a direct correlation between physically minimizing my stuff with mental health benefits. Lighter in goods; lighter in negative thoughts.
Less truly is more.
We Can Only Control So Much
But how to minimize triggers out of my control?
I was at a loss to find a viable solution. How do I get rid of other drivers? Hand gestures and screaming obscenities had little to no effect.
Weekday traffic around the 4 p.m. hour is a bit hectic, a tad chaotic, and the roads slightly swollen with more than a few drivers who no longer belong behind a wheel. It’s a turtle race to the 4 o’clock seatings for…