I’ve tasted a lot of busyness, mingled it with productivity and sprinkled it with responsibility, but it was still a lot like chaos when I tried to swallow.
Lately I’ve been heaping piles and piles of one thing on my plate and I can’t get enough of it. Doing a lot doesn’t taste the same as busy when it’s all from the same well simmered pot instead of a buffet.
It seems like simple is not so much constraint, as it is contentment.
I’m learning to do a few things I enjoy, instead of the many things I’ve been told I’m good at. I’m learning to stop letting the things I’m not so good at, keep me from what I really enjoy.
It seems like simple is not so much boring, as it is a blessing.
I really looked at my children today and laughed with them instead of yelling at them for slowing me down. What appeared to be a mistake was actually an attempt at humor, what appeared to be a distraction was an opportunity to discover and what appeared to be a mess, was in fact an attempt to be be helpful.
It seems like simple is not so much foolishness, as it is freedom.
This is such a great post and something I have to remind myself of daily. To slow down and look around and enjoy what I see instead of thinking about what I should be doing. This is especially true when it comes to Caleb. He is growing so fast and if I don’t slow down to watch, I will miss something big. The last paragraph is the best and so very true. I love the concept of simple gifts in life and I try be mindful of it everyday. I must admit though, I am not always successful.
Letting go of extra stuff. Yup.
Funny, I’ve been having the same thoughts lately.