I’ve been thinking a lot about simplicity lately. Lusting more than thinking really. Think pioneer, bare-bones furnishings and pulling back on expectations for me, my family, and my home.
I know I’ve been posting a lot about Marie Kondo and her methods but it goes beyond that and it started long before I read her book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up.
It’s no surprise that I’m thinking about simplicity just as my life is getting more complex. You see we just had our second child…almost 4 months ago. Our world which had just started to feel normal and manageable with a 4 year old was thrown back into the chaos of newborn life.
It would be too melodramatic to say I’m overwhelmed. I’m tired and I’ve been wearing a shirt with spit up on it all day so I can avoid one more load of laundry. I desperately need to take the polish off my toenails from my pre-labor pedicure and my eyebrows are looking very Princess Diaries right about now. I’m a Dairy Queen again feeding baby every time she remembers I exist and my 4 year old keeps asking “who’s gonna play with me?”
But I’m not overwhelmed. I remember all of this from the last time and I’m a seasoned veteran now. I knew what we were getting into. So did my husband. So if I’m anything it’s whelmed. Not over or under. Just whelmed. (Yep, I know it’s not a real word but you’ll find that doesn’t stop me.)
But my longing for simplicity was born months ago, maybe even years ago. It’s invading everything from how I approach home design to cooking to my closet to parenting.
So if I’m not overwhelmed, why am I lusting for the simple life? TBH I want more. Contradicting? Hold on.
I want less “stuff and things” and I want to say yes to my kids and my husband and and myself more. Not necessarily in that order.
I want to spend more time playing with my kids and less time cleaning. I want to spend more time talking to my husband about “what’s next” rather than “what else.” I want to cultivate things I love instead of exhausting myself maintaining things that I don’t enjoy.
In my mind, everything we own, do, spend money on, has a string attached to it and to us. The more strings, the more tied down we feel. I want to be tethered to my husband and my kids and the things I love most and really nothing else. Perhaps I’m dreaming and it’s not really possible. Perhaps it is. I’m on the journey to find out!