During my journey to reduce my possessions I have come across all sorts of shadows of my past. Violin rosin, a marble egg (long story), a dagger (don’t ask), and other symbols of my youth. Most of this stuff has been easy to let go. But there is one box in my closet I cannot bear to take to Goodwill or post on Craig’s List. It holds my dance clothes, ballet flats, and ballroom shoes.
I used to be a dancer. This statement is difficult to come to terms with. I love dancing. I might have been a rotten violinist, or a passionless martial artist, but I still love to dance. It was cost-prohibitive when I was growing up to take lessons. After marrying D, one of the first things I did was sign up for a ballet course at the university. I also found a dance sport club and went to meetings twice a week. It was the time of my life. My partner and I won a waltzing competition and I still have the plaque. In fact, I still have the desire.
Maybe this is why I have been minimizing. Reducing expenses and clearing out the clutter has made me realize what is easy to throw away and where my passion lies. I found a barre class and hope to post all about it soon.
I’m thankful for this minimalist journey. Without it I would have continued to waste time watching reality television shows and left my ballet flats sitting in the closet. Life is so much more vibrant now.