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The Free Ultimate Minimalist Resource Guide (and a fond farewell.)

Posted in creativity, digital self, frugal, location independence, minimalism, minimalist, Uncategorized, values on April 29th, 2011 by Dusti Arab – 5 Comments

The Ultimate Minimalist Resource Guide

Greetings everyone,

As I am making my exit from the world of minimalist writing, I thought it was best to leave you with a roadmap. From here on out, you are your own guide.

Here is your entire guide to everything minimalist. These link back to all of the best articles on the topics you’ve said you’re most concerned about.

Enjoy your minimalist adventure! Thank you for sharing it with me.

Download Conquer the Clutter for free here. Add to Cart
Get the worksheets here.

Steps to become a minimalist (in no particular order):

    Figure out why you’re doing it.
    Redefine your needs.
    Get rid of your crap.
    Sell your crap for money.
    Take the easy way instead.
    Get rid of more crap you keep avoiding getting rid of for sentimental reasons.
    Revel in the joy of less.
    Become indoctrinated into Leo’s fan club.
    Follow your passion.
    Love your life.
    Live more mindfully.


Major areas to address when entering the minimalist ranks:

    100 Thing Challenge – Are you game? If you are, snag his book here.


Housing

    Create a minimalist home.
    Live in a relatively normal house. (But do extraordinary things.)
    Dream of tiny homes
    Build a tiny home
    Homestead it
    Digital Nomad
    Try location independence.
    Stay in one place.
    Go for less square footage.


Entertainment

    Kill your television.
    Really. Kill your television.
    Watch sheep.
    Have fun!
    Do something impossible.
    Run a triathlon.


Transportation

    Explore your options.
    Then explore more options.
    Go car-lite.
    Go carfree.


Finances

    Make a budget.
    Download some free books.
    Have some free fun with your kids.
    Be romantic without an expensive dinner.
    Be a cheapskate.
    Set smart goals.
    Get out of
    debt.


Clothing

    Try Project 333
    Realize how little you really need.
    Quality versus quantity.
    Reduce your fashion footprint.
    Remember, clothes are not who you are.


Food

    Learn some food rules.
    Save money.
    Try Paleo.
    Try Vegetarian.
    Try Vegan.
    Eat like Leo.


Children

    Be radical.
    Or don’t.
    Don’t make excuses.
    Get tips from the guy with six kids.
    Pride yourself on being The Minimalist Mom
    Realize minimalist living and kids is counterintuitive – but still doable and wonderful
    Ignore your mom.
    Realize they won’t die without a house full of crap.
    Don’t feel guilty.


Non-Minimalist Family

    Get rid of stuff, not your family.
    Reboot your family!
    Lead by example.
    Let it go.
    Focus on you.
    Explain what you’re doing. Ignore their negativity.


You know you’re a minimalist when:

    You could walk away from everything you own – and know you’ll be okay.
    You can’t walk through a big box store without a little disgust.
    You really appreciate how little you own.
    You tell your secrets freely.


Beyond the basics and what to do now – (Once you’re over decluttering, there is more.)

    Know this is just the beginning.
    Go on digital sabbaticals.
    Reclaim your mornings.
    Watch Fight Club. Rejoice.
    Uh, what you love, maybe?
    Close the damn laptop.
    Induce creative flow.
    Stay motivated. Chase your dreams.
    Minimalism: Decluttering or deeper meaning?
    Become a happiness ninja.
    Create change.
    Read more.
    Quit your job.
    Live on the edge of your reality.
    Do something you’ve always wanted to – and ignore the price tag on it.
    Get inspired.
    Conquer fear.
    Write an ebook. (Make sure it doesn’t suck.)
    Stomp on a white picket fence just because you can.
    Inspire others.

Why you’re afraid of being successful, and how to get over it.

Posted in creativity, location independence, minimalist, values on April 5th, 2011 by Dusti Arab – Comments Off

“You haven’t changed a bit!”

I’d argue this is the single, most offensive thing you can say to another person.

If someone said that to me right now, they’d probably have their face on the ground, and I’d make them eat dirt.

Telling someone they haven’t changed is tantamount to flipping them the bird and ignoring everything they have been striving towards. You work so hard to improve the person you are today that being informed you haven’t changed can only mean one of two things.

a. You talk the talk and don’t walk the walk.

b. They don’t like the change they see in you.

If you really are just talking about maybe making changes and refusing to commit to them for whatever reason – which probably just boils down to a big, fat insecurity anyway – then you deserve what you get. They can’t see change because none is happening. That’s your fault. Own it.

Only by owning it can you begin to figure out why exactly the things you’ve been claiming to want have been exactly the things you’re probably running from.

On the other hand, if you are without a doubt a different person than you were the last time they saw you, you are privy to an interesting situation.

You are no longer simply a friend they haven’t seen recently. Suddenly, you are more. Much more.

You become the enemy, because you are facing your fears.

Instead of acknowledging your progress, you become the embodiment of everything they are holding themselves back from because they are so terrified they can’t move forward. Your dreams may be different, but the fears all have the same names.

Instability. Risk. Change.

Change scares most people, but you’re not most people if you’re here. I don’t write for most people; I write for my people.

I’ll never forget when I first started discussing minimalism and how much I loved the concept, because several people I called friends were so brutal.

Every new post, I would post a link on Facebook and wait with a delicious impatience to see which new country I was being read in. It was an incredible rush to think my words could effect so far and wide. I relished these little changes and intrigues that had become a part of every single day.

Instead of wishing me well or even ignoring it if they thought it was dull, they thought it’d be fun to poke and prod by ridiculing this new lifestyle I’d chosen. I chose to make a major change in my life, and they couldn’t handle it.

They couldn’t handle being stuck in their stagnant lives, too afraid to make the choice to do something different, while I reached out to a new life, a new way of being, a new group of friends.

If they couldn’t be happy, I certainly couldn’t be. The fact that I was brave enough to want to change was enough for me to be ostracized, privately and publicly.

I’m sure these same people will jump on the chance to chastise me for leaving college behind without my fancy piece of paper.

One of them will undoubtedly see this, and I’ll be the source of much gossip all over again.

That is, until they hear I’m pitching a print book, running my own businesses – rather successfully I may add, and bought my plane ticket to Buenos Aires.

Getting the last laugh here is a side benefit, by the way. By no means is it the only point here. Following through with my dreams is simply one of the beautiful moments of the journey, the cherry blossoms blooming amidst the rest of spring’s glory.

The real lesson here is in knowing the path you carve for yourself is the right one, and if you hear interference, tune it out. The noise will fade eventually, because it’s your life, not a competition.

Having to keep up with the Jones’ has spread so much further than having to have all of the latest gadgets and toys. It permeates our entire existence and infects every relationship we have like a disease, if we allow it to.

Choosing the unconventional will gain you notice, perhaps even notoriety, but more than that, it will make you the target of those who have worked so hard to hit those milestones, those rights of passage our culture tells us are requirements of being a good, normal citizen.

Wait. What?

Yeah, that’s bullshit and you know it. Don’t make me get out my flag.

You know better, and if the people around you don’t, it’s their problem and their loss. Your choices now mean you will be happier in the long run, and probably the short run, too.

My life isn’t easy, but it’s on my terms. Can you say the same?

Keep changing it up, baby. It’s totally hot, and we’re not afraid.

Digital relationships and dancing through cyborgia.

Posted in creativity, digital self, minimalism, minimalist, values on March 29th, 2011 by Dusti Arab – Comments Off

This has been sitting on my hard drive for months. Now is finally the right time. I hope this helps you find clarity on your journey.

Part almost ebook, part soul search, part stream of consciousness, this is not what or how I normally write, but not sharing this would be like not allowing part of heart to run forward. Stopping evolution. And you can’t stop evolution. I hope you understand.

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Name the writers bloggers/writers/etc. that you read regularly. The ones where, when the latest post hits your inbox, you drop whatever you are doing to read it. After you read it, you feel like you had a conversation with someone who really understands you.

It’s like they were talking to you.

It begins like most relationships. You meet them, usually through a friend. After a nice conversation, you consider how much you enjoyed your time together, and you decide to meet again. Then again. Then again.

Before you know it, you are in love. You’re waiting for that text, that phone call, anything that lets you experience that connection you value so much. The head over heels feeling of a new crush rushes over you again and again as you come to know this person in a deeper, more complete way. Who knows when it will end?

Perhaps it won’t. Perhaps it will. That is simply the nature of any relationship.

Pause.

Now wait one second. I had to have taken something out of context, didn’t I? I took your email subscriptions and turned them into a twisted love story.

But, is it really that far from the truth?

When you enter into any sort of relationship, you are typically introduced by a friend. Whether this introduction comes from Twitter or Facebook or even a discussion isn’t important. The important fact is you are introduced through a trusted source.

After being properly introduced, it makes sense to find out more about who you are seeing. You explore archives, Google them, and find out as much you can, because you find this new person exciting or interesting.

This is the point where you decide if you are compatible. Will you keep reading what they have to say? Are they really speaking to you? Generally, this is where you hit the subscribe button. Then, you add them on Twitter and Facebook, so you too can wait on their updates, the direction of where to look for the next big thing.

And you follow them. You’d follow them as long as they kept their end of the bargain. As long as the trust remained, you would stay.

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How did this happen? We are so involved in this online world that it is visibly a part of us in our daily physical lives. You think you’re not affected?

When was the last time you were angered by what someone said on Facebook? How about Twitter?

Do you ever feel validated by who you are talking to online, simply because you are talking to them?

Connections matter.

Feeling connected to someone, anyone, on a digital or physical plane is an integral part of what makes us human. The internet is an amazing tool for how it allows us to share information in less time than it takes to blink, but the most fascinating part of the internet is how it is expanding the ways in which we connect to one another.

I connect to you on Facebook. We chat. We share. We continue to circulate knowledge and learn from one another in an ever-expanding web of digital interaction.

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How on earth did decluttering our spaces and reducing our personal belongings come to this point? How does minimalism relate to technology, and more importantly, how does this relationship effect our relationships to one another?

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Rather than attempt to explain what has already been put rather eloquently, I’ll turn you to Kevin Kelly, author of What Technology Wants. He suggests that this minimalist approach to life is a carryover effect from our early days of traveling light, where having less was actually a virtue. However, because the human brain is constantly looking for ways to improve upon what it already can do, tools are an integral part of humanity as a whole. You can’t separate technology from humanity.

This is where the term “cyborg” comes in. It makes quite a few people uncomfortable, as they think of Star Trek and nerds and Steve Mann, but really there is no better word for it.

Human + tool (usually electronic/high tech) = cyborg.

Ex. Human + electronic limb that gives them full functioning human capabilities = cyborg

Ex. 2. Human + cellphone that connect them to an entire world full of other humans = cyborg

Do you understand?

For my academic research, I began with the term “technosocial hybrid,” but let’s be honest, they mean the exact same thing when it comes down to it.

Technosocial hybrid is less likely to make you close yourself off to what I’m saying, though. I sound less crazy than if I start throwing the cyborg word around. So, let’s get over that right now. Frankly, cyborg is much shorter and less pretentious than technosocial hybrid, and now you understand my usage of the term.

While I understand it can be hard to break a word of its connotations to you personally, I expect you can over it long enough to take something valuable from this.

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What happens when you are experiencing ambient intimacy with someone? What happens if your digital selves fall in love? Are you invested in the implications of that?

How can you not be?

When you find a writer who speaks to you, and it feels like they are writing specifically to you, how does that make you feel? Special. Unique. Loved.

The complication here occurs when you become seriously emotionally invested. In your video game, or whatever media form you choose to use as your medium, how does your behavior as your digital self translate into your real world self?

Is your digital self as much a part of you as your physical self is?

I would argue, no. Or rather, not yet.

Example: Let’s say someone were to become heavily involved in a digital relationship. They relate so well to what this other person thinks, says, and does, that it begins to show in their behavior in the physical world. The two people decide to meet, and it is then they realize their physical, real selves don’t align in the same way their digital selves do.

What happens then?

A form of digital heartbreak.

Is it as awful and soul crushing as what real heartbreak feels like? No. But, it does sadden you a bit. Almost like a part of you was hurt in some way, but nothing you can’t get over soon. No months of mourning a relationship there.

But, what if it didn’t happen quite like that? What if, like the case is with so many couples who have met online, they find they are even more deeply connected once they look into each other’s eyes? The relationship they began in the land of the internet translates into a real-life, passionate love affair.

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Remember 10 years ago when we looked down upon relationships that began on the internet? People would look at you incredulously about meeting someone you met online, and act like you were insane. The internet was so scary! Unknown. How would you know if the person was really who they said they were?

Well, these days it is less of an issue. As long as you take basic safety precautions, meeting someone you meet on the internet is pretty run of the mill anymore. You know what the person looks like, and if they don’t look like themselves, well, that is probably an indicator of what to expect from the encounter.

This is a demonstration of digital transparency, a phenomenon that will only continue to infiltrate our on and offline identities. You can’t just make up who you are on Myspace anymore. It’s not that easy.

If you are trying to manipulate the person who is reading, watching, or experiencing you as a person online, they can tell. Authenticity and the fine art of being genuine online are simply part of the digital experience now.

Example: I write about being a minimalist, because in real life, I am a minimalist. It is part of who I am and how I live, and you can see that in my writing. When someone is writing about being a minimalist, but obviously isn’t actually walking their talk, you know.

Being insincere online doesn’t do anything for anyone.

You look like a jack ass and a hypocrite. (Not to say that total transparency will make you look any less like a hypocrite. It will make you more aware of it in the choices you make, though, because you’ll be held publicly accountable. )

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I’ve lived through a love story. A love story where my best friend saved me from myself and my poor choices. Now, I will have to save him. This isn’t going to be easy. Not even close.

I’m not sure if he’ll understand or not. This is regrettable, saddening to a point that it won’t be easy if I have to make the decision I’m afraid of making. It’s another one of those.

I’m better than that. Now, I have risen out of the dust. Nothing could be more satisfying than making those incredible connections one right after another. Oh my god.

Connection. Relationships. That is what it is about. I get that now.

We’re entering this new digital age where we have access to anyone and everyone all over the world. Why should we limit our circle to those who are physically near us?

It’s an odd, potentially difficult society shift for many, but this is what we are heading towards. The reason you feel so connected to someone as a writer is because that person is giving you a piece of themselves. As we further condense our screens into a single device that can do it all – since that is what is happening slowly but surely – we will only be giving more of ourselves.

It is inevitable. Those afraid of not having privacy on the internet now are about to be shocked, because much like writer Gwen Bell desires, we will showing all of ourselves.

We won’t have a choice.

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I don’t have a choice. This is what I am.

Some of us have things happen to us, and some of us actively create the circumstances in which we are now the storyteller.

Who is telling your story?

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Simplify Your Family Life.

Posted in creativity, frugal, minimalism, minimalist, values on March 21st, 2011 by Dusti Arab – Comments Off

Hello friends,

If you haven’t heard already, there is another massive ebook sale going on for the couple of days, and I’m lucky enough to be one of the contributing authors! If you had been considering any of these books, including mine, now is a great opportunity to get access to many great reads at once. Here is all the information, and I hope you enjoy your new ebook collection!

• Corey from Simple Marriage and Mandi from Life…Your Way have brought together some of the top authors in the family life space with 30 ebooks covering a variety of topics related to family life.

• When purchased separately, these ebooks are worth over $450, but for the next four days, you can purchase the entire collection for just $47!

A portion of each sale will also be donated to The Mentoring Project, which seeks to rewrite the story of the fatherless generation.

When you purchase the Simplify Family Life collection, you get instant access to each of the 30 ebooks listed below:

Family Minimalism

Food & Cooking

Green Living

Intimacy & Marriage

Money

Organizing

Parenting

Personal Development

Travel

Holidays

Work at Home

The sale ends at 2 p.m. ET on March 24th, and there will be no late sales offered.

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False gods and the path most traveled.

Posted in location independence, minimalist, values on February 15th, 2011 by Dusti Arab – 1 Comment

Image by the very talented Alex

Stress sucks.

Big time. Not that you all don’t already know that, but I thought it would a good idea to talk about it.

You see, January seems to have been pretty rough for everyone, and I am no exception.

Between meeting new people in Seattle, hanging out with some awesome movers and shakers, and going to karaoke bars with some dude my friend and I had never met after too much wine, some killer stories have been generated.

But, those aren’t the things I’ve been thinking about.

I’ve been thinking about the direction my life is taking, if I’m happy, who I want to spend my time with.

I’ve been worried about the future, being only 30 credits from graduating college. Wow. I had done what I set out to do, and now I can graduate college in three years. Go me!

Suddenly, in struts my lizard brain with arms crossed, giving me that look.

Oh yeah. I finally had that “Ohmigod, I’m graduating. What am I going to do? What do I want to be? SHIT!” moment.

Do I get a job? Do I go to grad school? Aren’t there more options than that?

After freaking out for 20 minutes, I realized, “Oh, wait. Duh. I already know what I want to do.”

Working from an online base to start businesses and meet amazing people and travel with no one to limit my creativity? Pshaw! Easy answer there.

But, the fact is, I still freaked out. My lizard brain started going into that loop that wants me to live and work traditionally because it is safe, and it went from bad to worse in a matter of seconds.

How did it happen?

The investigation began. Something triggered that reaction, some fear that makes me revert back to attempting to fool myself into a life I already know I don’t want, and I had to figure out what it was.

As I began to dig through the piles of rubble sitting around in my brain, some of it fresh and some reeking from ages ago, chairs, boxes, and stones were all overturned. (You see, my brain isn’t very good at minimizing. It’s kind of a pack rat, really. Never know when you need to know some art history, wilderness survival skills, or how to speak pig latin.) Finally, in one faded pink, floral-print hat box, I found it. Blowing the dust off of the top of the lid, scrawled in Sharpie across the top were the words “false gods.”

False gods?

What the hell does that mean? My fingers gingerly pulled the lid off, revealing old papers, letters, and a multitude of other items I wasn’t sure I remembered accumulating.

The letter on top of the stack was a memory of my days of going to church. Well, that’s old news, I thought to myself. These days, middle aged women look at me on Sunday and mutter about going to church dressed like a hussy, and I have to coyly remind them through my devilish smile I’m not attending.

But, near the bottom of the letter, the words began to appear more familiar. It started to talk about standards and norms. What right and wrong look like. How you went to college, graduate, get married, have kids. This was the standard game plan.

Was this what I wanted? Could I be that person who fit that perfect mold of the educated wife, mother, and churchgoer?

It would be a lie to say I never miss church. The community you get there is hard to replace in other ways, because you share such a fundamental part of who you are with so many other people. The binding principles of love and kindness are addictive, and the bonds they create between you and those around you are irreplaceable. It’s a place I could find other mothers to share with, to find common ground in multiple areas of life where I otherwise had no one.

That is, until doubt and fear and real life kick in. People turn on each other, get jealous, cheat, lose faith in some mythical being in the sky who is allegedly supposed to love you unconditionally even while it chastises you and punishes you for your humanity because it is a jealous god of war who hates women.

You know, that old nutshell.

My personal feelings about our country’s folklore aside, the standards set by that pervading belief system are stitched into the fabric of our everyday life, even when it makes absolutely no sense in our current day and age.

That standard game plan sounds more like a life sentence to me than a way to live well, and yet whenever I’m losing faith in myself and what it is I most love to do, that is what I turn to. If the path I’m blazing fails, I can always do this.

How do you react when everything seems to be falling through? Does your brain backtrack to that “safe” plan?

It doesn’t matter how many times you read posts about how having one day job, all your eggs in one basket, one income source is really the worst decision you can make, sometimes it sounds so much easier to take the path most traveled. Even when most of the people you see stumbling down that path are miserable.

No matter what the norm is, you still have a choice. The standard path works great for some people, and when things are hard it can look pretty cushy, but when it comes right down to it, do you really want 2.5 kids and a picket fence?

I didn’t think so.