I wouldn’t call myself a Homemaker, by any stretch of the imagination. I like to make efforts at it periodically, and pretend I can keep up with my pinterest-fueled dreams of tidyness…. but then I start gardening. Or blogging. Or making protptypes and products for my etsy shoppe…. Inevitably, one thing leads to another, and before you can say Dereliction of Duty, my sink is overflowing with
toxic sludge dirty dishes.
So naturally I looked at my wife like she grew a tentacle from her forhead when she suggested I might lift my mood by tidying the house last weekend.
I’ve spent the last two weeks buying fabrics, creating my own pattern, and doing test runs of some fairly amazing Christmas Stockings (humility alert!). But as is the case with many projects I start, things rarely go according to plan.
I decided that in order to avoid lighting my craft room on fire, smearing the glittery ashes on my face like war paint, and dancing naked in the pale moonlight – that maybe I should take a mental break. This was how my wife found me moping on the patio, and proceeded to grow a tentacle from her forehead. I figured What the Hell, and gave it a go.
So I learned that sometimes the best way to battle the soul-crushing frustration that comes from projects going awry is to do one simple thing which, when completed, LOOKS completed. You can point to it, gather your friends round, and toast A Thing That Is Done.
For a long time in my early 20’s, I read Simple Living-type blog posts religiously. I had loved reading Thoreau’s Walden Pond in college – something about eschewing modern life in favor of an extremely small existence really appealed to me. Some of my favourite bloggers were nomads – one even lived in Antarctica as a janitor on a science base for a year!
Looking back, I can see the draw. I was having a lot of emotional and personal problems, and felt very alone. Though I still love the idea of simplifying my life, back then it seemed more like Running Away to Join the Circus. If it wasn’t donating all my worldly possessions to live in a Tiny Home, it wasn’t Simple Living.
It may sound funny, but that actually took me a long time to realize. For years I felt so conflicted – I loved the life I was building with my wife, and for myself, but I felt a lot of sadness when I realized that I wouldn’t be spending my days in a Yurt, living off the grid. I used to think that it was because that wasn’t a shared dream, between my wife and I. It took a bit longer to come around to the reality:
I do. I love my life. Living with modern conveniences adds to my quality of life, and brings me opportunities that I want to keep, not to mention the time it saves that I can spend on other pursuits. It took a lot of self-awareness (and more than a bit of self-kindness) to accept that I am a person very prone to black-and-white, all-or-nothing thinking. Embracing that part of me has allowed me to work with my Self to create the changes I want in my life.
Despite what the majority of Simplicity Advocates might say, I can in fact have a simple life in my suburban home. I get to choose what Simple Living means to me, and how to make it happen in my life.
It happened! Guys!! It’s finally here! This isn’t my first rodeo, so I totally understand it probably won’t last for more than a few days this time, but it’s Sweater Weather!! Thursday afternoon, it was easily 90 degrees, but yesterday morning I woke up to a balmy 72! For a girl as Autumn-obsessed as I, this was better than snow on Christmas!
So yesterday, in celebration, I wore my most snugglesome sweater, brewed a pot of my favourite coffee, and watched movies all day.
And painted my nails a bit witchy. 🙂
Have you had a cold snap in your neighborhood? What are you doing to celebrate?
Autumn is almost upon us!
(I have to admit, I felt an unhealthy amount of joy over composing a sentence entirely out of words that start with vowels!)
So. As I was saying before I showed the world what a Werd Nerd I am … my favourite season is nearly here! Fall is my favourite, and not just because it means a break from the triple-digit heat here in Texas.
I love everything about Autumn – wrapping up in favourite scarves and sweaters against the crispy evenings … that trees suddenly burst into their best Firework impersonations … snuggles become sweeter against the autumn chill, lattes more scrumptious when they warm not just icy fingers, but the whole body – inside out! Everything feels more magical as the veil between the worlds grows thin. My heart drinks up the beauty in Mother Earth’s reminder that all good things must come to an end, to make way for the better things She has in store.
Connecting with Mother Earth’s changing seasons reminds me that my life comes in seasons too, and that the Great Mother holds my heart in just as much care as She does her foxes and birds and flowers…. It helps me weather the difficult winters, the times in my life when the stuff in my heart feels fallow and crispy and dead. Her changing seasons remind me that Dormant is different than Dead… and that even death is an honored and beautiful thing, since that which we mourn will fertilize and feed the next Life that’s born.
And so it is I celebrate Autumn – she is more than just pretty leaves, costumes and candy, or even Turkey dinners… to me, She is a beautiful reminder that we are in the heart of a Being greater than ourselves, and a prayer that we can remember to connect meaningfully, simply, compassionately with our own hearts, and the hearts of those around us.