Going Small ~ A Three Part Love Story ~ Part Two

Part Two ~ Downsizing Our Lives 

Have you ever stopped to take inventory of your possessions? Have you taken the time to thoughtfully look at the things around you and ask yourself if they add joy to or simplify your life in any way? I have always been fascinated by hoarders. Me, being the opposite in that I have no issues reducing clutter, donating things I no longer need or stopping an impulse buy in it’s tracks.  But regardless of all of that, I realized I still had an abundance of stuff. Stuff that added no value to my life. This realization became even more apparent when I entered a relationship with the King of No Stuff. Clothes & books were really all he had and it was kind of refreshing.

As I took inventory I started to really question myself. AM I a hoarder? Why do I have six serving bowls? Do I really need five sheet sets? And as I looked deeper I realized I had feelings attached to all of these things I held on to. I had nice dishes, and everyday dishes…because I’m a grown-up now and I need fancy dishes in case I have a holiday meal at my house or even a dinner party. What would people think if I served them on my everyday dishes? After a lot of soul-searching, I came to the answer. People are concerned with the company (and likely the food), not what dishes I serve them on. Seems simple enough a concept, that people are there to spend time with you and not your dishes but even people who are not generally materialistic do things “for show” without even thinking twice about it.

The first big sweep came when I went vegan.  Out went the leather, the silk, the wool. The number of shoes and purses was obscene. I looked at the pile of things I once loved and all I saw was death. I know that may sound dramatic to some, but it’s true. How many animals lost their lives so that I could decorate myself? I felt sick. Rather than those lives being taken in vain by me tossing the death-wear in the trash, I donated it all.  Off it went and it felt good. Actually, it felt great! Not only do I now have a compassionate closet but also a deeper sense of accountability for my choices than I had before.

After the first closet sweep and my son moving out unexpectedly, everything in my life started to feel excessive. I continued to rid my closet of an additional six lawn bags (yes, the huge black ones) of apparel. Housewares came next. I donated more and more until we had only enough to live comfortably. Nothing more, nothing less. For the first time, our dream of moving into an RV and having the freedom to roll our lives anywhere we wanted seemed possible. It’s truly amazing how stuff creates an emotional weight that you don’t even realize you carry. It’s paralyzing in its own way. For us, shedding stuff translates to fewer chores, lower bills, and more freedom.

Off we go!

(Cue theme song)

By Jessica Caviness New Camera 039


3 thoughts on “Going Small ~ A Three Part Love Story ~ Part Two

  1. I am on my way to join you and many others in tackling addiction to material possessions that do not really have a need in my life, and then the community of fulltime RVer’s. It is nice to see other bloggers on the same band wagon; it almost pushes a person that much closer to the end goal.

    PS, that is not dramatic. That is truth. “When I look into the eyes of an animal, I do not see an animal, I see a friend, I feel a soul.” Their lives are just as important, if not more, then humans and should be treated as such.


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  2. It’s kind of addicting….purging stuff. When you see how little you truly need to be happy letting go of things is a pleasure.

    As for the animals, I wish everyone would see it that way. Why love one and eat the other. ❤


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