Full text of The Minimalists’ (Joshua Fields Millburn & Ryan Nicodemus) TEDx Talk: The Art of Letting Go at TEDxFargo 2016 Conference. This event occurred on July 21, 2016 at Fargo Civic Center Fargo, United States of America.
Listen to the MP3 Audio here: the-art-of-letting-go-by-the-minimalists-at-tedxfargo
TRANSCRIPT:
Joshua Fields Millburn: My name is Joshua Fields Milburn and this is Ryan Nicodemus. Together we run a website called the minimalists.com and we promised the folks we’d kick things off this afternoon with something inspirational, something to get you all excited. So I’d like to talk about something uplifting. Let’s talk about death.
Now if any of you are uncomfortable talking about death, now might be a good time for you to leave. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing him again in a minute.
Anyway, yeah, we can talk about death. Let’s see, seven years ago, I was 28 years old, and up until that point in my life, I had achieved everything I ever wanted: the six-figure salary, the luxury cars, the closets full of expensive clothes, a big suburban house with more toilets than people, and all of the stuff to fill every corner of my consumer-driven lifestyle. Man, I was living the American dream.
And then my mom died. And my marriage ended — both in the same month. And these two events forced me to look around and start to question what had become my life’s focus. You know what I realized? I realized I was so focused on so-called success and achievement and especially on the accumulation of stuff. Yeah, I was living the American dream. But it wasn’t my dream.
And it took getting everything I thought I wanted to realize that everything I ever wanted wasn’t actually what I wanted at all. You see, just the year earlier, mom — she moved from Ohio, down to Florida to finally retire. That’s what you do when you live in the Midwest.
And well, few months after she moved down there, she found that she had lung cancer. And a few months after that, she was gone. I spent a lot of time with her down in Florida that year. She went through her chemo and radiation. But when she passed, I realized I needed to make one last trip — this time it was to deal with her stuff.
So I flew from Dayton, Ohio down to St. Pete Beach, Florida. And when I arrived I found about three apartments worth of stuff crammed in the mom’s tiny one-bedroom apartment. But don’t get me wrong, it’s not like mom was a hoarder. She wasn’t. I mean, I didn’t find any dead cats in her freezer. But she owned a lot of stuff: 65 years worth of accumulations. Did you all know that the average American household has more than 300,000 items in it? 300,000! But of course, most of us aren’t hoarders, right? Now we just hold onto a lot of stuff. We hold on to a lifetime of collected memories. I know Mom certainly did.
So I did what any good son would do. I think that’s me on a bad hair day. I called U-Haul. I called U-Haul and I asked for the largest truck they had. In fact, I needed one so large I had to wait an extra day until the 26 foot truck was available. And as I waited for that U-Haul to arrive, I invited some of mom’s friends over and help me deal with her stuff. I mean, there’s just too much stuff to go at it alone. Her living room was stuffed with big antique furniture and old paintings and more doilies than I could count. She loved doilies. And her kitchen was stuffed with hundreds of plates and cups and bowls and ill-assorted utensils. And her bathroom was stuffed with enough hygiene products to start a small beauty supply business. And her linen closet – well, it looked like someone was running a hotel out of her linen closet, which was stuffed with mismatch bath towels and beach towels and bed sheets and blankets and quilts.
And don’t even get me started on her bedroom. Why did mom have 14 winter coats stuffed in her bedroom closet? 14! Now come on, she lived in St. Pete Beach, Florida. Suffice it to say, mom owned a lot of stuff. And I had no idea what to do with any of it. So I did what any good son would do. I rented a storage locker. When I called, I asked for the largest storage unit they had. You know what they asked me?, “Do you want one that’s climate-controlled?” A climate-controlled just so mom’s stuff could be comfortable? No, I don’t want one that’s climate controlled. Just give me be a big box with a padlock on it.