Simplifying life. It’s a hard thing to describe.
I sometimes find it easier to think about the opposite of a simplified life – a complicated life.
To me, a complicated life is one where schedules are over-committed, without any sense of rhythm, where life at home is bursting at the seams with stuff, with projects, and activity, and where there’s no real purpose and no rhyme or reason to the way we’re living.
Sounds overwhelming. But to many working moms, it also sounds familiar.
I can remember a time when my evenings and weekends were constantly booked, with work events, with projects, with travel, and activities. When I had so much stuff, I was constantly losing important papers, clothes that I swear I had just worn, and toys that were SO IMPORTANT to my kids. When I was floating from day-to-day, not really sure of what kind of life I wanted to create, or who I was in it.
The idea of simplifying life? That sounded AMAZING. But if it’s hard to define, how could I actually achieve it?
