I finally finished my 30 clothing item challenge a couple weeks ago. To be quite frank, I could not be more excited to be done with that shit. Adding fresh clothes into my rotation has been energizing.
I wanted so badly to be a minimalist. I wanted to be the type of person who doesn't rely on things, but prefers to be influenced and moved by moments and people and adventures. But, damn it, I love clothes. It's time to face reality. I am never going to be able to be give up all my clothes and just deal with what I have. I love shopping too much and do my laundry too little to be successful. And I love sleep too much to want to wake up early enough in the morning to come up with crazy, fun outfits each day.
My very best friend gave up almost all of her possessions for 11 months and travelled the world, only wearing what fit in her backpack. How inspiring, right? I wish I could do that. But I couldn't handle just this month-long challenge.
And to be honest, I'm not ashamed of it. I am not ashamed to be that type of person. I am not ashamed to be who I am.
I really didn't have good feelings for this challenge, other than I'm proud of myself for not giving up. Even on the weekends, I stuck to the 30 items I pre-picked.
To anyone who can be strong and brave and creative enough to live the minimalist life, I salute you and I look up to you. But as for me, I'm out.