Last Friday I said goodbye to the beloved bedroom I had called mine for two years.
A space I strived to make my own and an extended part of the person I am.
Thoughtfully curating my space all started after viewing the documentary “Minimalism” back in February. I was convinced I had a problem spending money, consuming, and that the things I owned meant nothing to me.
The things that surrounded me were not sparking as much joy in me as they could until I made some adjustments.
Since then, I have taken a lot of the minimalists and Marie Kondo (author of The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up) methods to heart when it comes to decluttering and riding of the unnecessary junk we tend to keep in our lives.
For me, minimalism looked like getting rid of the majority of the things I had because 1). I didn’t/no longer put value on them and 2). I used shopping and buying material things to fill what used to be unknown voids in me.
Even though certain things were harder to get rid of than others, I’ve noticed how much I don’t miss the things I’ve ridden of. So much so, I wonder why I hadn’t been living with less all along.
The absence of clutter in my life meant a clearer mind and a desire to be more authentic when deciding what areas in life to prioritize over others.
I miss this space because of the oasis I made it. It was my first real hiding spot. My secret place.
I spent nights in it afraid, nights in it laughing on the phone with Curtis.
Mornings in my bed until 10, mornings full of singing.
Late afternoons drinking tea or writing or spinning vinyl.
Things are looking good in my new space and I think I’m doing an okay job at adjusting. It’s been difficult finding a routine that doesn’t make me lose my mind. Everyday has looked different the last week yielding to God’s rhythms of grace, learning to budget my money and my abundant amounts of time, and remembering that above all, I need Jesus during every waking moment.
Sure I can live with less stuff, less clutter, and less consuming.
But I can’t come to terms with ever living with less of Jesus.
I’ve decided the only way I will make it the next three years on my own is with his help. With his spirit dwelling inside of me. His peace, his wisdom, and his love will keep me afloat, will keep me sane, and keep me moving.
My good friend Carla offered to photograph my space before I packed it up and made my move. She did a wonderful job of capturing the nooks I admired and spent most time in and the items I found most value in.
I took pride in my thoughtfully color-coordinated open closet showing her my most favorite pieces and explaining the joy I’ve found in curating a simple, capsule wardrobe where everything goes with everything. Perk: No more mornings spending endless minutes taking outfits on and off. Everything matches. And so what if I wear the same pair of pants three days in a row? I’m gonna wear them.
In the midst of decluttering I discovered that my books were probably my most valued possessions. I couldn’t think to throw any of them away (with a few exceptions) and found they brought me the most joy when stacked nicely on a dresser or a nightstand or even on the ground. I don’t necessarily believe that “knowledge is power” but I do believe it’s inspiration. And that is the one thing I wanted to surround myself with when designing aspects of my room: inspiration.
A book on Charles and Ray Eames, the pioneers of the mid-century modern era, and My Name is Hope (written about in a previous blog post) are like my ride-or-die pair. Both are easily my favorite books. I go to Eames when thirsty for design inspiration and My Name is Hope when I’m anxious or discouraged and find myself in moments of weakness.
Journaling is a big part of my life and my primary system of processing what I’m experiencing and learning. You may be able to see several of my notebooks being stored near my plants below. Those are always things I will never be able to part with, as they’ve become quite literally physical, outward expressions of my growth and thinking. I like to think of them as volumes. As collections of my words and the words spoken over me to look back on and remember. To bring me courage in times of doubt and peace in times of chaos.
The next few images are probably my favorite because they become a little more sentimental. And if there’s one thing I struggled with when donating/throwing away lots of my belongings, was remembering the reasons why I kept them, much of which were sentimental. I learned through the process that it’s okay to rid of something and recognize it’s diminished value. It’s always a good time to make room.
In the image below I’m pointing to what I would call my favorite picture of Curtis and I. The photo strips we collect are mementos I will never get rid of. Because I believe they will always spark that much joy in me.
When deciding what things to focus on after decluttering I chose to start exploring skincare and the art of self care. Because of the calming aspects of a step by step routine of cleansing, massaging, and moisturizing my face, it’s become a ritual I look forward to everyday to create a healthy canvas for minimal makeup.
Last but not least, one of my favorite things about my space was getting to share it with my pal, Romeo. Who, ironically, fit right into the aesthetic I was going for. I don’t know how Carla captured him so well, for he never seems to deliver anything but grumpy looks. If you know me but at all, I’m a cat lover. And I’m somewhat obsessed with my persian. Seeing as I wasn’t able to bring him with me into downtown Portland, looking at these photos today makes me miss him so much. My gentle, little fur ball.
I strongly believe that the concepts presented within minimalism are biblical. They foster the idea that the things we own don’t define us. They encourage us to focus on the things that matter and to view contentment differently.
“Take care, be on your guard against all covetousness, for one’s life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions.”
Jesus is reminding us to guard our hearts against the ways and distractions of the world and reiterating our call to live purposefully and with intention. Not experiencing temporary contentment that comes with owning “stuff, but instead investing in eternity:
“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”
I want my heart to reflect a stripping down to the bare essentials. I want to invest in what is true, noble, right, pure, lovely, and admirable. For I know that those things will last. I know that those things will spark joy not just in these moments on earth, but future ones in heaven.
All photo’s taken by the amazing Carla Pena (with VSCO filter edits by yours truly). You can find her at http://www.carlajuliett.com and you can follow her personal Instagram: @carlajuliett
Living With Less Last Friday I said goodbye to the beloved bedroom I had called mine for two years.