I tried to convince myself to love minimalism for a long time. Partly because the mess in my house seems to evolve when I'm not looking, and also because I want everything to look like a Pinterest board. It's secretly also because- despite my ability to throw things away- I'm afraid I have hoarding tendencies, and because I have an insatiable urge to control the things I cannot control. Like many others, I want to corral the wild mystery of life and transform it into something tangible and predictable- something that can be knocked off a to-do list. My mentality about life looked like this: if I'm going to try, I want to succeed, I want to be good, and goddamn it I want to do life right!
(...can you tell I'm about to be schooled by life?)