“Simplicity is making the journey of this life with just baggage enough.”- Charles Dudley Warner
We’ve survived our first week back from vacation, and boy, was it a doozy. Not only did I have to tackle all the work waiting when I returned (in addition, of course, to this weeks work as well), but we had to get the kids ready to start back to school. You all know what that entails– new clothes, new shoes, school supplies, haircuts, robbing a bank to pay for it all (I kid, I kid!). I had planned on doing this all the weekend before we left, but due to Jalyn coming down with strep, we were confined to the house and unable to take care of these chores. I’m proud to say that we made it-the kids got to school, my work got all caught up, and I’m still standing.
But if I must be honest, I am feeling very nostalgic. Bittersweet even. Sad, to an extent. I miss vacation. I miss the 24/7 with the ones I love, doing whatever we want to do. I miss watching my husband grill delicious food every night, never having to worry about what to make for dinner, or getting everyone into bed at a decent hour. I miss the way my kids were insanely happy to not only be doing fun things, but to be doing them with Mom and Dad. I know those days won’t last forever, and I’m struggling daily to remember to live in the moment and enjoy them. When I tried to nail down in my brain why I’ve been feeling this way, one word jumped to the front of the pack, lit up like a theatre marquee, followed by many exclamation points:
Vacation life was so simple. We had just enough clothes to get through the week. We had four plates, four cups, four sets of silverware. Two heavy blankets for each bed. Four bottles of water that we just kept
refilling. I think the only thing we had more than four of was towels. I was able to relax in this environment in a way that I haven’t relaxed in a long, long while. I believe the last time I felt that way was during our honeymoon, when, you guessed it, we stayed at a cabin, where our lifestyle was very basic as well.
Although I like to consider myself an eternal optimist, I’m also a realist. I know that I can’t escape responsibilities such as work, bills, school, etc. But I also know that I don’t need all these possessions in my life to get me through the day. Every time I walk through our house, I just stall out. I get exhausted just thinking of everything that needs to be done. I can’t even remember the last time I fully relaxed. What a sad thing to say about my own home. There’s just too much. Too much paper. Too much furniture. Too many clothes everywhere. Too much…well… for lack of a better word, shit. The realist side of me fully comprehends that living in a home with two children is never going to be perfectly uncluttered or clean. But the older I get, the more my need for less clutter, aesthetically pleasing items, organization and calming scents increases.
In my search for help in obtaining this simplicity I crave, I ran across a wonderful blog called Zen Habits. THIS article in particular, Simple Living Manifesto, really spoke to me. It is chock full of wonderful ideas, many of which I plan to implement in an effort to get my life, my home, myself in order. To give myself, and my family, the gift of simplicity. Because I know, in the deepest depths of my being, that a little simplicity would go a looooong way to making me a better wife, a better mother, a better me.
What about you? Does anyone have any words of wisdom, nuggets of advice, pearls of ideas to share? And while I wait for your ideas, and contemplate my own, I’ll stare at this photo and try to inspire myself to get off this computer and start simplifying!