Okey-dokey, my trip around the blogosphere today was a comment-filled adventure, ending with a “heated discussion” between my husband and myself.
I aspire to minimalism. I want to off-load the clutter that surrounds me and brings me down. I want to discard my wedding dress, and the Christmas ornaments that no longer make me smile.
But I struggle with some of the pillars. For example, the whole car-free movement. That’s not going to happen in my neck of the woods. We get winter here. And rain. And we have lots of suburbs. Every once in awhile I see some brave soul bike to work – about an hour’s trip. And where do they change? And (pardon me) how do they smell? Not to mention the current lack of bike lanes, or tolerance of bikes on high speed main roads.
Then there’s the whole locavore movement. It would be wonderful to eat locally. Nothing tastes as good as never-frozen fresh meat, fresh berries and corn, or even milk and eggs. BUT – there is a price to be paid. Until people reduce their debt load (which is a worthwhile goal, in and of itself), many are priced out of the market. And don’t even start on how we’re all too fat. The super-sizing of America took time; so will the slimming.
We are a nation that grew to greatness on the basis of rugged individualism, manifest destiny and a heritage of “boldly going where no [man] had gone before”. It will be awhile before minimalism goes mainstream. I think it’s great, but I can be easy to persuade. There are many more folks harder to convince than me.
Like the fine folk of Huntington, West Virgina.