Rainbow socks which I am knitting and will then probably give away.
In my journey to own less possessions I have felt buoyed as our excess belongings have left our home. That is until I started tackling my yarn collection. As I talked about in the previous post yarn is rich with possibilities to a knitter and can bring lots of joy. Though today I find myself sad as I sort through the many skeins thinking of the garments I wanted to knit, but when it comes down to it don't really need. My desire for less is trumping my desire to create. That's simply the direction my life is turning to presently, but as I dig through my tubs of yarn it feels a little bit like a death has occurred. The death of an identity. My identity as a knitter is diminishing these last couple months leaving me feeling a bit blue and out of sorts. Of course no one is forcing me to downsize, or telling me what I can and cannot keep. It's really only me coming to the realization that my old lifestyle as a knitter does not completely fit with my vision of the minimalist lifestyle I desire.
This thought has me pondering about the phases in our lives: baby, toddler, youth, teenager, college student, newlywed, mother etc. As well as the less obvious stages that happen in adulthood which usually have to do with our work, hobbies or interests and how they come and go. My time working at a food co-op where all I seemed to care about was ethical consumerism and food glorious food. The stressful years of our trying to conceive a child where I devoured all information I could to help us in our plight. The dark years of depression and pulling myself out of that hole. My role as a homeschooling mama figuring out the ins and outs of educating our son. And lastly, my life as a knitter and how it gave me an identity and space in my life that was for and about me. Now though, I feel the tides turning as I want to focus on my family and the ways we can spend more of our time being together; not off in our own pursuits. I feel minimalism is the path that is going to get us there.
So, while I bag up even more yarn to clear space in our bedroom closet it occurs to me that downsizing really does happen in stages as so many people have said before me. The last time I went through my stash I thought I couldn't possibly get rid of anymore skeins, and yet today finds me purging again. I am still a knitter, that phase isn't completely over, but it is now relegating itself to a smaller aspect of my being - not the dominate force it was once. Even though this shift is causing me momentary sadness I'm feeling a balance beginning in my life that I have never felt before. That at least feels good.