Your religion is stamped somewhere in your official identity. Similarly, your race is. Along with your heritage. And your marital status.
But whether you’re a minimalist or not, there’s no way to identity you for that. A vegan, although not stated in their identity cards, is clear of their identity as a vegan because they strictly do not exploit animals in anyways. If you are a millionaire, you are a millionaire. If you are a doctor, you are. No two ways about it.
As for minimalists, we’re bound to have faced some degree of identity crisis during our journey.
Since the day I dipped my toes into the minimalist water, I’ve been allowing myself to soak up all these minimalism essence into me. Appreciating what I have. Being grateful. Dumping things. Giving. Selling my stuff. Stop collecting rubbish. Stop mindless spendings. Budgeting and tracking my money. Cherish relationships. Searching for happiness. Growing spiritually. Meditation. Taking care of my mind and body.
All these things, I’ve been trying to absorb into me for the last 2 years. And till today, I still feel that I’ve only just skimmed the surface of the universe. Still too embarrassed to “brand” myself a minimalist.
I’m not going to teach you this and that. I’m not up to that. I can only share what I’ve experienced. What I’ve learned that I think make sense. If minimalist is our education system, I’m still stuck in kindergarten. I can help you a little if joining me in kindergarten class is what you’re looking for.
If you feel my vibrations, do reach out and hold my hands. Let us continue to explore this journey together.