Lately, I have been on a kick to simplify my life. In general, I don’t lead an overly complicated life. I work 20 hours a week, have a 3-year old, write a blog, am happily married, manage to tackle projects around the house, etc, etc, etc. It sounds complicated when I type it all out, but daily it feels pretty peaceful in my life. I am super organized, and I think that helps immensely.
I have noticed, though, that I start to feel like I should be doing more. This is what sabotages my simplicity. It seems I can find the value in activities, things, relationships, but not the value in the abyss. Why is that? Afterall, isn’t the void one of the things that allows us to appreciate the abundance? Don’t we all deserve quiet, peaceful time to reflect and just be? Some of the best minutes of my day are the few completely silent moments I have to sit in my living room – no TV, no phone calls, no kiddo running around – just silence. Why do I devalue that. Why do I not want to acknowledge that I need it, that I want it?
So, I have been trying to be more open about accepting that need in myself and respecting it. And, making time for it. Making time for it has involved letting go of a few minutes a day in other areas. I have been wearing less makeup. I have simplified my clothing – everything in my closet is pretty much mix and match solids for easy of dressing and I have streamlined my accessories. I have changed my cleaning habits, focusing on doing little bits of cleaning as I go rather than a weekend whirlwind of cleaning. I have also given up watching TV programs about which I care very little. There were several I was watching because I always had. No more – life it too short.
In the process, I have found more that a few minutes of solitude daily. I have found hours a week. The struggle now is to make that time meaningful and enriching without making it overly full. It is a journey, and I will keep you posted on what I discover along the way.