Less is My New More

(Note – this essay was originally written for Kripalu Thrive and appears here.)

Last winter I bought my dream car, a gently used Toyota Prius, because my friend was selling it for a tempting price and our ‘98 Corolla was aging rather ungracefully. I kept my new acquisition off the road for a few months in order to save on car insurance because: I worked from home, my husband commuted by train, and we were managing just fine with one car at the time. At least, that’s what I told myself each time I visited my pretty blue Prius in the garage.

Digging a little deeper, I found a layer of discomfort about owning something that I didn’t really need.

I’m a careful and somewhat reluctant consumer. I have outfits in my closet that make numerous repeat appearances because I’d rather do almost anything than shop for clothes. I tend to wear the same three pairs of gold earrings and the same three pairs of black pants over and over, which means fewer wardrobe decisions and more mental space for other kinds of creativity. Our apartment contains furniture and household goods that were handed down from family members, former housemates and neighbors with good taste (because one woman’s trash can truly be another woman’s treasure). Typically, I buy things in order to replace other things that disappear or no longer work. Period.

I suspect that’s the real reason that I left my shiny Prius in the garage and drove a dented,  rusty Corolla until my husband’s new job officially made us a two-car family.

It’s not as if I don’t welcome abundance. When I do splurge, it’s for trips and travel, special meals, workshops, concerts, organic produce, and holistic therapies. I also love having extra money to treat others. I guess it’s just things that I have issues with lately.

This material aversion could be chalked up to my growing eco-consciousness and thrifty Yankee roots, but that doesn’t tell the whole story. In truth, having too many possessions makes me uncomfortable. Our home is small, simple and clutter-free, and this just keeps me calm. Possessions require attention and maintenance, and I simply don’t want to put that much time and energy into stuff when there are more interesting things that I could be doing, learning and thinking about.

I’m pretty sure that my preference for simplified living was born in the summer of 1999, when I went to live at the Kripalu yoga center in western Massachusetts for an extended volunteer residency. I arrived with one big suitcase, a backpack and a sleeping bag for my bunk bed. Nestled in the green Berkshire Hills, Kripalu offered me a place to rest and refresh in the midst of a huge life and career transition. Back in New Jersey, the contents of my apartment were sold, left on the curb, or stuffed into the back of my Honda Civic as I pulled away from my formerly jam-packed life. My load has stayed pretty light since then, by design.

These days when I’m about to buy something, I ask, “Do I need this? Do I love this? Will I use it?” If it’s no on all three counts, it stays in the store. I’m a notorious “re-gifter” for the same reason. One gift that I do cherish came from my dad last year. It’s a solar-powered, revolving crystal that sticks to my window and showers me with rainbows as I pray and meditate on sunny mornings. Priceless.

In the past few years, this “less is more” philosophy has reshaped my schedule. A former activity junkie suffering from FOMS (Fear of Missing Something, in case you’re new to the acronym), I used to be overscheduled to within an inch of my life. Now I leave lots of soothing white space in my calendar, and I guard my free time like the wealth that it is. The words “crazy busy” will never again escape my lips if I can help it, as I keep releasing my need to fill time with activity.

Me and my pretty Prius

Me and my pretty Prius

Embracing spaciousness and “enough-ness” in my home and life has the lovely effect of enhancing my appreciation for what’s already here. Those who study positive psychology call this savoring, and they say it’s good for mental health. I know that when I savor the things, people and activities that I love, life feels very rich indeed. And that’s much more fun than a trip to the mall. Unless, perhaps, I get to drive there in my Prius while cranking my favorite CDs, which is one collection of things that I’ll gladly keep.

 

9 thoughts on “Less is My New More

  1. Great post! As I transition into “less is more” myself, I am actually, at times, acquiring things I really want/need/will use to replace stuff that I never did enjoy in the first place or has outlived its purpose. Right now I’m focusing on the “curating” piece, making sure I do love what I have. The rest can go to Goodwill or consignment.

  2. loved this blog- Mom as you know is clutter free nut and lives with a collector, so we are working on compromise Dad loved that you mentioned the crystal and are enjoying it.

  3. Love the clutter free and Simple life!!! I am so often looking around for more to release to someone or somewhere else. Thank you for your writings on your experience of life. Love, Love Love them all!

  4. LOVE this Blog of yours!!!! As I am “aging”…I notice that clutter just makes me NUTS!!!! My favorite time of all SIMPLICITY was when we lived on our sailboat for 3 months and sailed to the Bahamas! Al and I both talk about how wonderful it was NOT to have lots of STUFF around us. Dinner was made using one pot and the boat grill that hung off the back of the railing. We woke everyday looking around at our surroundings and just enjoying the SIMPLE things of LIFE……no Clutter…no STUFF to complicate the ” LIVING”. That is what Life should be….. KISS( KEEP IT SIMPLE STUPID)…..not crazy about the STUPID part of that phrase…..but YOU GET MY DRIFT!!!!

  5. How exciting to find out that I’m not cheap, I’m “savoring!” Lovely post. My husband and I have tendencies similar to yours (and a Prius), but I suspect our motives are less about living with less than being unable to make decisions and finding it easier to walk away than indulge.

    1. I resonate with that notion, too, Judy…again, “things” can be imposing, right? Whether they require maintenance, attention, decisions, etc. It’s all too much sometimes!

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