I’m having a wee mid life Chris. Well it’s not wee I think it’s ever since I realised I was grown up had kids a mortgage a husband and purchased health insurance so if we get technical it’s been going on for a while. And as I approach 40 which is just three years away I’m constantly thinking I have too much stuff both physical and mental, it’s suffocating me its weighing me down. There is just literal shite everywhere and I want to get rid of it before it’s too late and I’m not only carrying all that shite but my breast and jowls around in a Best and Less bag too.
{And it should be mentioned I don’t actually think of it as casually as oh it’s just three years and away it’s with hyperventilation. It’s with maddening thought I am approaching middle age it’s with a calm sense of neurosis that only I can conjure that I am half way through this gig called life and it’s just a few short years before I will be carrying both my breasts and jowls in a bag with me}
However the catch is I am married and I do have three children and I do see the battle unfolding with the husband whose favourite outing is a trip to the dump {sigh} and who never ever stops thinking more mental and physical ‘stuff’ to think about – we are doomed before even starting on this ‘journey’ {yes dripping with sarcasm I hate the word journey- a journey is sunny days, pina colads and laughter there is no pina colads and laughter when you’re driving home from the dump with yet another big screen TV to sit idly in your lounge room whilst waiting to be collected by the other step toe and son who lives four hours away and only visits several times a year working out how to get rid of it with out compromising realtionships}
However this isn’t about him I can’t control him and nor do I want to I love him to bits and his thinking is what distracts him long enough for me to recharge my batteries so I can keep up with him so typically as we all know what I can control is me and my shite so I am starting a series on just that..Simplifying. You can call it decluttering, minimizing whatever the fashion word for it is currently… but it will be a series on getting my life back on track, finding my Zen spot, my happy place, the back of my wardrobe, seeing our bank balance and go oh yeah that’s noice, looking in the mirror and saying hey you fine thing and being able to walk through my studio without a shovel.
Understand? Yeah I know I have made these threats before husband tells me all the time but that was before. This time I mean it seriously mean it because this time, this time I have sleep on my side. I have independent children who only require me to wipe their orifices when they are sick and they let me go to the toilet on my own so officially I am liberated and ladies and gents there is light at the end of that great big funnel; well until the teen age years begin I am giddy with freedom I am not naive. I have made it through the preliminary stages of parenthood. I can offically focus a little more on me. Me that sounds so selfish and naughty when you say it like that but say it again with a deep growl meeeee.
So that’s it that’s my promise to myself the reward of less is more so here is what I want to get a grip on this is part of my plan.
- My love life well this is currently under construction as you know from here and here which is why all this came about.
- Getting rid of ‘stuff’ don’t worry husband your stuff is safe. My stuff I want to walk into a room and not be frazzled by chaos.
- My head it needs some serious work done on in there that’s going to be a long process; although I think you know that already.
- My social life I kind of dont have one and the one I do have is not really healthy for head.
- My digital life I have emails, subscripitions 24/7.
- My health no brainer.
- Mine, his and our finances.
- My work life ie this blog, the shop and my other one.
- My family life I’m not sure what I can do more but let’s see.
- to be advised….
So we shall see stay posted I will come back every now and then with an update {of course} and let you know how I’m going with it all. I do promise it wont be Oprah there is only one Oprah but me and all the honesty I can give you. I have to do it and so it’s down on paper its a plan to the bigger picture and I have sent it off to the universe. And If I don’t do it I will end up looking like I have egg on my face ahh additional pressure of course why not? I work better under pressure and expectation? But the only expectation now is mine the only one that should matter.
Have you ‘simplified’ recently was it worth the effort? Did it live up to your expectations?
XxDeb
