10 June 2010
This week Loy told me something…
"I am the proud owner of nothing."
Since Loy's a rabbit, she doesn't speak often. So when she does, I pay attention to what she says. But this was strange to me. When she asked me if I was the proud owner of nothing too, of course I said I wasn't. I own many things.
I thought this might be one of her freaky minimalist things. Minimalism is one thing, but nothing? That's taking it a bit far! But she reassured me that this wasn't what she meant and that what she's talking about is applicable for everyone.
Still, I felt a twinge of shame, thinking about all the unneccessary stuff I own. I told her this, but she said I shouldn't be ashamed of owning things. She reminded me that she owned things as well, like her pair of glasses, and then explained what she meant…
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5 June 2010
I used to be an organizer. I worked at an organizational store. We sold storage systems and boxes. Metal, wooden, plastic, cardboard, big, small. $50 compost buckets and $200 trash cans.
One woman came to see me repeatedly, asking me for advice and products that could help her stay afloat with all the stuff she had to organize. Her boyfriend had over one hundred pairs of shoes, she had filled three closets with clothes, one room was devoted to furniture she didn't have space for.
Two of the times she visited, she broke down crying at how much junk she was drowning in.
I hugged her in front of our wall of 20 different shoe organizers, telling her it'd be okay. Seriously.
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