After thirty one days of unloading piddly items from my apartment I started to have a niggling memory of a book I saw years ago: Nobody Cares What You Had for Lunch, by Margaret Mason. It’s an instructional book for writing interesting blog posts that won’t make a reader fall asleep, poke out their eyeballs and click in a frenzy to leave the page. It started to dawn on me that nobody cares what I unloaded day by day, and why should they? Then again, why should I care if anyone cares? It’s my minimalist journey, or non minimal journey from the looks of things. Above all it should be a chronicle of my own struggles and if posting makes me feel more accountable or shamed, great, but if anyone else is interested shouldn’t be a concern.
I like reading about other minimalists, but they are actually living the life. Looking at other minimalist blogs is like aspirational reading. It is inspiring to hear about people shedding their items and living more meaningful lives. It’s fun to look at cute girls sporting minimalist outfits and a topknot. I, on the other hand, am a middle aged woman without a lot of style who seems to be losing her hair, so my hair in a topknot is not a cute sight. I went to my doctor who said it could be perimenopause, which isn’t at all comforting, as I imagine that soon I will have a receding hairline and a full beard. Thanks hormones. Looks like if all else fails I will be a hair follicle minimalist. In the meantime, I will continue posting what I unload if it makes me slowly get through my piles of useless stuff.
( And I read one of the Amazon reviews of No One Cares What You Had for Lunch that said one of her suggestions for an interesting blog post was about your lunch, so what’s that about?)