Confession: I have a "Monica Closet"

I have a confession,


 I have a “Monica Closet”.

Are you of the “Friends” generation? It is one of my favourite TV series, it did after all get me through 20 weeks of terrible all day sickness when I was pregnant with my first child.  Do you remember the episode where Chandler breaks into the Monica closet and discovers a large cupboard filled with clutter? Boy can I identify with OCD Monica. This episode finally showed the world that she was human too! 

My “Monica Closet” or perhaps more fitting my “Monica Room” , is filled with things I have to deal with. There is clutter that needs to be sold or disposed of in the proper way, clothes that need to be handed down, and toys that are no longer being played with. 

No matter how much I declutter, I seem to always have a big pile of things to deal with in my Monica Room. This is real life. But it frustrates me to no end. On the outside, it may look like I have life all organised and under control - and I probably am organized compared to a lot of people. But I am still human, and I find some of these decisions difficult.  I tend to put off difficult things and I don’t have it together all the time. 

Yes, this is a real room in my home. All the stuff I need to "deal" with and get out of my home, but it is all too   overwhelming sometimes. 

Yes, this is a real room in my home. All the stuff I need to "deal" with and get out of my home, but it is all too overwhelming sometimes. 

When we identify ourselves as something, we end up putting ourselves in a box. The “minimalist” box dictates that no one should have more than 100 things or doesn't have kids or only has a home that is all white. But I think boxes are stupid. While I identify myself as a minimalist, and someone who lives a slower and more intentional life, it’s just part of who I am. I am a mother and I am a wife, I am a photographer and a writer,  I am a volunteer and I am a singer, I am a daughter and daughter in law, I am a cook and a cleaner, I am a home manager and I am a yogi.  I am a student and a traveler.  And I am evolving. Putting oneself in a box is a judgmental thing to do, and it will do nothing to further self awareness and growth. 

I have learned to accept that being a minimalist doesn’t mean I am perfect or honorable or better than anyone else. It won’t mean that I no longer have to deal with very human first world issues.  What it does do is help me to prioritise what is important to me.  But being a minimalist doesn’t mean you won’t have a Monica Closet.  

So instead of cringing with guilt every time I pass my “Monica” room,  I will remember that to be a minimalist is also to be human and I will take a breath and smile, and celebrate my areas of beautiful human imperfection.