Remember your childhood toy? The one you cuddled? Well, fuck that toy. Toss it in the trash! You don’t want to? I don’t care. Minimalism Rules!
Ehhh, but this is NEW minimalism. We don’t follow OLD minimalism. Your house doesn’t have to be stark white with florescent hospital lighting.
You want that toy — keep it. No one will judge you for having Grover or Ernie in your mid-30s. You do you, boo.
I love to cook. If you opened my kitchen cupboards, you’d say, “There’s no way this guy is a minimalist.” Sometimes I’m in a quirky store and I notice they have Sichuan Peppercorns. You don’t often see those, so I snag a jar. I have everything in my kitchen—but not more than I need. For example, I don’t need ten sizes of saucepans. You have to know where you can splurge and which products are unnecessary.
Don’t restrict yourself on the advice of minimalist bloggers. Cut back when it means nothing to you. Gradually, reduce possessions in other areas. And if there are some areas where you absolutely don’t want to cut back, fuck it. There’s no one standing over your head with a gong bell. Minimalists have to learn about pleasure, too.