1. What do you want less of in your life? 2. What do you avoid by staying busy? 3. Where in life do you hold back? 4. Is your life sustainable? If things would stay like this forever, would you be ok with that? If not, what needs to change?
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Category: A Simple Life
I’m a highly introverted woman. Not shy, not afraid to meet new people or speak publically when it’s called for, but my need for time alone is massive. I revel in solitude, in silence, in the slow and the moment to moment appreciation of beauty around me. I’m a thinker, a dreamer, a watcher,
“When everything on your to-do list is equally important how do you devote your attention to just one thing so that you can make real head way in that area? And how do you calm your body, mind and soul as you neglect or put on hold equally important aspects of your life?” Alicia asks.
I’ve been in a process of simplifying my life for the last few years. I’ve let go of stuff, careers, people, habits, thoughts and all that overwhelm that used to dominate my everyday life. I have less of that now, but still, it seems a hunger is awakened in me. A deep deep desire, that
Writing this post has been on my to-do list for the last ten days, but I haven’t done it. I haven’t been able to connect with my message or with you. I’ve been watching this inability with some patience, because I know why it’s there. I’m in between. These last few years have
“I know I’ve done some seriously good work these last two years. I know. But, it’s just … I don’t have the money to show for it!” I said, slightly embarrassed, finally getting to the core of what was bugging me. C snorted, “Jesus!” she said. “Is that still all that counts? In just
It’s a time of wish lists. The kids write long and meticulous lists covering everything from hamsters to happiness. I try my hand at it too, encouraged by the children, but my lists tend to be very short these days. I don’t want that much anymore. There is plenty of pretty stuff I wouldn’t
I had dinner at a friend’s house a while back, and when time came for desert, she brought out a mud pie and ice cream. We dug in, complimenting the hostess. ”Thanks, I bought it at the supermarket” our hostess replied. Stunned silence. ”Like, from their bakery?” someone asked. ”No, from the freezer cabinet” she
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