Mere words can’t really express how much I love butter. Sure, there are those that say it’s not healthy, and if you’re a vegetarian, you might be offended by my love of this animal product. Even so, it’s something that I really enjoy. While I try to practice moderation in my butter consumption, there’s nothing like a thick layer of it spread over freshly baked bread. So good!
Because it’s a staple in my diet, there are times when there will be a stick sitting on the counter, softening up so that it’s ready to be spread upon a grilled cheese or toasted bagel. Having the butter on the counter hasn’t been an issue until recently. Someone decided it would be a good idea to eat an entire stick of it while I was out running errands.
Hannah? What’s this?
Apparently eating that much butter at one time is not easy on the digestive system, because a few hours later, Hannah violently expelled it from her stomach. In keeping with the silent code of all dogs everywhere, she opted not to throw up on the wood floor, which is easily cleaned, but rather on the rug, which is not so easily cleaned. In my lifetime I’ve had to clean up plenty of unpleasant things, but there has been nothing as vile as this butter barf.
It was so awful a diffuser was necessary to purify the air.
The incident is behind us now and the new location for softening butter is on a shelf way higher than Hannah is able to reach. Hannah and I had a long discussion about how a little butter is good, but a lot of butter is not.
As I continue my Minimalism journey, I find the same pattern in my own life. It seemed like if a little stuff was good, a lot would be better! As I look around, I see a shelf loaded up with books, a little dish filled with earrings that I rarely wear, dishes that I haven’t used since I moved, and other things too numerous to mention. It’s unbelievable, really, given that I’ve done multiple major and minor purges over the last few years.
Things that I thought were useful or that gave me pleasure have become burdens, things I have to wash or dust or shuffle around or sort and ‘organize.’ And here’s the thing – I don’t know how many years I have left on this earth, but I’m quite certain I don’t want to spend them washing or dusting or shuffling or organizing.
More stuff has left the building and I’ve been scrutinizing the remaining items as well. My goal isn’t to get to the place where I’ve got a mattress on the floor and I’m surrounded by four bare walls, the goal is to have only the amount of stuff that I use, enjoy, or otherwise adds value to my life. As The Minimalists say, “Minimalism is the thing that gets us past the things so we can make room for life’s important things—which actually aren’t things at all.” Oh, and go easy on the butter.