It first started a few months ago during a free yoga class at Lululemon. The instructor that week was just a few years older than me and before he began the class, he shared that he just quit his respectable job as a landscape architect to pursue his passion—getting people outdoors. He didn’t know just yet how he was going to do that, but he knew that he didn’t belong behind his desk. And he led us in an excellent yoga session—focusing on what centers you and practicing for yourself–not competing against your neighbor. I actually called my mom afterwords and told her I met my soul mate. I’ve since learned that every male yoga instructor sings the soul mate tune in my book.
Then I stumbled upon Un-Fancy—a style blog about dressing yourself in just 37 pieces each season. After devouring everything about creating a capsule wardrobe (while considering moving to a studio apartment with less closet space than I have now—not happening) I discovered The Minimalists.
And in the midst of all my minimalist explorations I watched Hungry for Change (while impatiently awaiting the release of Orange is the New Black…which I’ve long since finished) which lead me to Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead. Both emphasize the importance of whole, natural, fresh foods—which incidentally falls right into a minimalist lifestyle.
In addition, I’ve also been reading And Then We Saved for several months, which made me pay closer attention to what I buy, why I buy it and if I could do without it. Okay…my monthly student loan payment nudged me in that direction as well.
As I’ve contemplated a simpler lifestyle and started implementing some aspects into my day-to-day life (I had a green smoothie for breakfast and donated 6 bags of clothes last weekend) I realized that this “lifestyle,” “belief,” whatever you want to call isn’t actually as radical as it may seem.
Décor for the sake of décor already drives me nuts—big shallow bowls full of rattan balls, wood carved into words, a coffee table full of ironic knick-knacks and candle snuffers. I love these things when I see them in my favorite blogger’s home tour or curated onto a “home styling” board on Pinterest, but in my home—nope. I loved the whole bowl/ball thing so much I actually hunted one down at TJMaxx last summer (okay…hunted is too strong a word there, they’re really not that hard to find). And it lasted about a week before the bowl moved to the kitchen to hold fruit and the balls were (eventually) thrown away.
Ok, Angela, neat…but why do I care that you’re so hip and trendy that you drink green things and count your clothes?
Well, all of this crunchiness is making me rethink what I blog about and why I blog. Most of the content here on Tulips & Rain is about stuff—mostly unnecessary stuff—and relatively unhealthy food. I also repost a lot of things—from my monthly round-ups to found recipes—and I’m not sure if that’s really contributing anything valuable to the blogosphere.
So longstoryshort, I don’t know what’s going to happen here. You might hate it. Heck, I might hate it. But you might love it, and hopefully I love it—because it’s important to blog first for yourself.