The accidental minimalist

By nature, I am not a minimalist and in fact I used to think that it was a weird compulsion to take pride in owning 12 things. I used to think that.

Before I decided to co-found a startup, I like many of you reading this, owned many a thing. I had bookshelves with my favorite books and video game shelves with various consoles. I owned music CD’s that were never listened to and old phones that were never turned on.

My work desk had collectible figures typically that rotated every so often based on mood and somewhere in the deepest recesses of the closet there were boxes of unopened things that I never got around to finding a place for.

I did not hate this life. It wasn't cumbersome and it wasn’t making my life miserable in anyway. Think of it like sprinkles on ice cream. The ice cream is just fine by itself, but nothing wrong with sprinkles.

So what could have happened to turn this person that once frequented IKEA just for fun on the weekends into someone that essentially lives out of a backpack and duffel bag for most of the year?

Well it wasn’t a mystical experience or a self-help course. It wasn’t really expected or planned even. It just kind of happened very gradually.

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