So it is many years on from when I wrote anything and I can't believe that the time has galloped past me. My children are no longer in school, I have learned to bake and started a Facebook page called "Cookie Pop Princess" and since then, I have also stopped baking. So many things have happened but that is material for a future blog post.
I think I have come to a point in my life where I deeply desire simplicity. I am sure that I am not alone in this judging by what is available on the internet, about downsizing, de-cluttering, minimalism, 20 ways to live a simpler life etc. etc. It's not that I have an overabundance of stuff. If you should walk into my house, it is moderately furnished without too much stuff standing around. But that's not the point....I suppose that the need to make things simpler is a reflection of what is going on inside me. There has been a subtle but relentless change in my thoughts and views on life. There is a desire for calm, for breathing space and I feel that if I downsize my life physically, there may be hope for me mentally. I can only repeat what I said to my long suffering husband - I want to be free. I can totally sympathize with Freddy Mercury albeit for different reasons.
So here I am, planning a tiny house, going through my cupboards and clearing them out and reading blogs on Minimalism. There are so many things that I can do without and as I read somewhere, you only wear 20% of your clothes 80% of the time. Who would have thought? This process has just begun and my mind is filled with thoughts and plans as to how to set things in motion nearly all of the time. I have always had a procrastinating type of personality where I would try to avoid doing things until there would be a crisis if I didn't attend to it. But not this time. I want my things pared down yesterday and my mind to settle along with it. Ironically, patience has never been a strong point of mine or would that be a need for instant gratification? I was reading a book about a man who lives with 100 possessions. The part that I have found to be the most interesting is the mental battle that he has waged with all of his stuff and the challenge to get rid of it all. As I have sorted through some of my things, I ask myself, what if I need this again? - knowing full well that if I haven't touched it in the last 3 years, I most likely never will. But the sentiment, that hangs around the item, or should I say the perceived sentiment or guilt regarding throwing it out, is what is holding me back. I don't have the answer to how to overcome this yet but I will keep you posted as to how I go along...
