Life is full of so many choices. Mint chocolate chip or oreo ice cream? (both) This job or that job? Greece or Paris? Greece or Paris or savings? (real) Say yes to girls night or say no and stay home with a good book and a candle? Read said good book or actually do laundry and clean the kitchen?
Never-ending-choices. Which when evaluated, I don't actually see where "simplicity" arises. Is it in the book or the laundry? The fun evening fostering new meaningful relationships, or home being content all alone? I love the idea of simplicity - I might even crave it - but I just don't see it in the choices.
Is it in working less hours or is it in being happy to put in the hours toward the long-term dreams? Is simplicity doing less today? Or is it seeing that the long-term matters and therefore being happy in whatever today requires?
I guess maybe I'm just not a simplicity girl. It's hot to be a minimalist. But like I said, I want the twist cone. I'll take a scoop of both please. I'll do the laundry, clean the kitchen and then try to read the book. I spend most all of my life with a "yes, and please." And maybe that's okay. Maybe I just don't see simple. I see priorities. I see plans and steps and layers and a million little details. I don't revel in the ocean or the waves - I scan the rocks on the beach and collect a handful of strange broken shells and spotted rocks. I see the details and can't ever seem to white wash them all to be "simple." I wish to God life were more simple, but for me it's always choices.