I Thought I Was a Minimalist... but I Was Wrong
Shortly after my younger child turned two, I decided not to go back to work as I had originally planned, but to continue at home with my kids. My older child was nearly five, so I bought a few primers and some Cuisenaire rods and began teaching her at home. This decision meant that our income wasn't going to nearly double, but that it would remain about the same (except for cost-of-living increases) for the foreseeable future. You see, I thought I had learned to live on one salary. However, our credit card debt had already been slowly increasing, since every month we spent just a little more than my husband Jon earned. Voluntary simplicity – or not? I thought I was fully on board with the reality of our income, and was ready to live a minimalist life. We didn't call it minimalism in the 1990s – it was called "voluntary simplicity" back then – but it shared a lot of ideals with today's concept of minimalism: Mindful consumption. Buy only what yo...