Minimalism is an addiction

I've found that minimalism is pretty addicting. While I'm still picking up more books than a library acquisitions department (RPG books and computer books are my Achilles Heel), and other goodies I've been also looking through a bunch of my things and figuring out what is no longer necessary. I've found this feeling of removal pretty intoxicating. It gives me a thrill to finally put some of this stuff to bed and figure out things that I can release and no longer need. Here's some things that I've released:

  • I deleted my Google Search Console account. Honestly I don't care about Google Search anymore, and trying to match whatever nonsense they consider important is a losing proposition. Sorry, but just because you grind the organ doesn't mean I need to dance.
  • I turned off my Pebble watch for the time being. The way my life is right now I don't need remote control over my phone. That and I'd rather not wait for Google to do something ridiculous to make it no longer work well. I've already noticed things are getting a bit tenuous between the Pebble and my Android phone.
  • I had a memento box with a bunch of old photos from high school and college, old IDs, cards, and the like. I've been scanning these things to put onto my computers. I don't need the physical artifacts any more. I shredded what I could.
  • I continue to pull out books and donate them.

I did think about donating a lot of my computer collections. I'm not ready for that quite yet, but that's the addicting power of minimalism. Everything is under consideration at all times. I'm always scanning for things that are no longer fit for purpose and need to find new homes.

Earlier I thought that the addiction of minimalism might be a bad thing. I tend to have a bit of an addictive personality. But this feels like the good kind of addiction; the kind that helps me figure out what is important and what can be left behind.