Nestled amongst the craziness here at Rosemount Australian Fashion Week (yes, I am here blogging like a mad woman for PRIMPED on all things beauty related) it has occurred to me that possessions are, in fact, a complete waste of space.
You see, Happies, I am about to set off on an adventure of epic proportions, leaving the safety of my delightful home here in Sydney for the rocky shores of Europe, and then on to New York. We’re not talking a few weeks away here; we’re talking a nine month journey around the world to see what lies outside the safety of the microcosm I call life.
As a part of this journey, the need to cull one’s life into a single suitcase is a necessity. There’s no way my man (or my muscles) will let me lug my entire wardrobe on my back, let alone my ‘beauty closet’.
So, as a result, the ability to cull possessions and learn the art of detachment is a skill I have had to learn fast. Very fast. My clothes, my beauty products, my car…all GONE! Well, the car is still on the market (low km’s, drives like a dream, cheap to run, let me know if you want to buy it).
To date, I’ve managed to squeeze all my remaining possessions into three boxes. And as for my suitcase, it’s a success. Only 1/3rd full thank you very much, with space to shop up a storm on my travels if need be (for the essentials only, of course).
And this is where my point enters stage left… the fact that I am sitting here at Fashion Week, parading around in pretty much the same clothes disguised as different versions of themselves, as well as living perfectly well without the safety of my ‘belongings’ begs the question: Why the hell did I have so much crap in the first place?
The reason for accumulating ‘crap’ varies from person to person. I can’t talk for everyone, but personally I think I enjoyed the feeling of buying new things. They made me happy, or at least that’s what I thought they did. But as I’ve come to learn over the past few months, Happies, there is nothing more fulfilling that having only the bare essentials. The freedom. The relief. The knowledge that there’s nothing tying you down. It’s liberating beyond belief! And kind of addictive if the truth be told. I’m now having a battle with myself to see how little I can pack. Gosh, you’ll probably hear a news bulletin claiming an Australian has been arrested for wearing only a g-string through the streets of Athens. Now that would be liberating.
So the lesson that I have learned is this, Happies. The more you have, the more you’re tied down. The less you have, the more free you are to move around. All that money and wastage and excess we consume ourselves with is a complete waste of space, I’d rather take all that money and go on a holiday. Oh wait… I AM!
Tell me Happies…
Are you a collector, or a culler?
Do you need to cleanse your life of unnecessary possessions?
Any grand plans to go overseas?