paring down takes on many different forms.
for some, paring simply means saying “no” more, reducing schedules, and creating more time.
for others, paring means trimming the proverbial fat, ridding homes of excess furniture, trinkets, and objects, and maintaining a simple, straightforward lifestyle.
for still others, paring means enacting a complete overhaul, shaving down schedules, jobs, possessions, and living situations, enacting an all-out ban on excess.
for me, paring down means walking a delicate balance between living the way i’d like, and living safely and comfortably within the framework of my family.
in my home growing up, value was paramount. sure, the shirt might only last a year, but if it was on sale, that took precedence over quality.
sure, coupon cutting might mean purchasing items we’d never normally purchase, but if there was money to be saved (a loose definition, mind), that opportunity had to be leapt upon.
in my husband’s home, the opposite was true: any given table or surface is adorned in trinkets and artifacts, some of them glittering and expensive, others proclaiming status or achievements. value was not paramount… but nor was practicality.
in my own life, i want to find the medium. i want to spend responsibly, consume consciously, and consider my time far more precious than money or status.
so, we’ve begun. a composting bowl sits perched on our counter, ready and willing to be mixed with the earth, infusing the minuscule green buds bursting forth from the soil with life, energy, and fuel, and starting us on a path i’ve been to scared–and possibly too lazy–to truly, powerfully pursue.