To refuse what I don’t need: A simple statement. In practice … all I can say dear readers – it’s an interesting exercise.
To reduce what I need: Ah, so easy to reduce what I don’t need; alas, to reduce what I need – this is a horse of another color, and I think a scrappy one.
However, based on my endeavors to lower our waste at home, I’ll share with you some of the not so scrappy horses I saddled:
- The manageable task of decluttering: I have an “outbox” (please tell my husband it’s not the garage) in which I place unneeded items. At the end of the week or month, depending on how full this box is, I decide on the fate of the contents – being reused (by some one else) or being recycled.
- Reducing home cleaning products and toiletries: this morning I took our grandson for a walk around the neighborhood. From the street side I could smell the perfume of fabric softener in some of the houses. Can this be good? The toddler in our house can open the cupboard under the sink. I am not worried. This reducing task is easy.
- Buying magazines or rather, not buying them: all the shelves filled with ideas, pictures, recipes … in waiting, read me, try me. I stopped buying magazines. It’s now 18 months.
- Less shopping trips – leads to less car usage, less petrol, less car repairs….do I need to add that less shopping trips also mean less retail therapy sessions?
- Tackling the kitchen and pantry: reducing food waste, packaging, plastic products, not buying products one can make at home, removing the kitchen bin!
- Unpacking the wardrobe…saddling a wild, obstreperous horse…
These ideas merely scratch the surface of waste reducing methods. I think of reducing one’s home size, cleaning the house from unwanted heirlooms, eating less meat, letting go of unfinished so-called hobbies and projects, using less paper, less technology…
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Aside from all these endeavors I found an unasked for? happening – a kindred softening of the soul. A hardness calloused by a built-up of waste over the years slowly being reduced …
… or is it perhaps the other way round?
And you, dear reader, do you ask for a simple(r) life?