Mr. Minimal-Lol and I went to Bruges, in Belgium, last weekend. It’s so beautiful and picturesque and lives up to all the good things I’ve ever heard about it. Mr. M-L was happy with the choice of beer and I was happy with the choice of chocolate. Oh yes, dear reader – we are walking clichés!
Belgian chocolate is world famous and rightly so. It’s very rich and I think it’s made from cocoa butter – or at least the gorgeous stuff you get in an artisan’s shop is.
So, I brought a lovely box home. One evening I opened it and had a chocolate. Mmm …. just lovely. Then I had another one and that was so good, I had another one – and yet another one. (At this point, Mr. M-L is standing behind me making oinking noises).
Obviously (and this can come as no surprise) I felt sick. One chocolate was pure pleasure and if I had stopped there, I would have been happy. But eating more and more removed all the pleasure, made happiness a remote concept and ended up with feelings of regret, guilt and shame.
More is just more. It’s not better. It doesn’t necessarily bring happiness or pleasure.
It’s taken me ages to distinguish between a momentary pleasure and a lasting happiness. Eating one rich, hand-made chocolate is a joy and a moment to savour. This brings me happiness. Scoffing down many chocolates at once is a very transitory pleasure, quickly leading to sickliness and distaste.
Equally, having one black jacket, that fits me perfectly, suits me and is of good quality brings me a lot more pleasure than half a dozen low-quality jackets.
Having too many of something is now a serious source of stress for me. It brings me no pleasure and makes me feel constricted and anxious. Some people think minimalism is about deprivation but for me, it’s about lightening the load and freedom from too much stress.
I’ve got to that tipping point with my clothes. Just need to apply it to food now! Have a great week 😊