A couple of weeks ago, I went to a parenting class. The teacher, a man with ADHD, remembered his experiences in elementary school -- unable to pay attention as he sat in a desk looking longingly out the window. He said he couldn't do it; he just knew "there was life out there."
I could imagine that boy longing to be outside - running, laughing, and playing- and in a way, I can relate to him. Sometimes I get so busy with the business of life, I forget to live it. I know there is life out there beyond the doctors appointments and piles of laundry. I also know that while laundry and appointments are important, that isn't what really matters.
It isn't to say I don't have a good life. I have so much.
I just long for more of the experiences that should be my own - more afternoons laughing with my kids, more quiet moments to ponder and reflect, more nights sitting on the patio with Trevor... more of my life.
I don't want to feel like life is passing me by and I am missing out on some of those moments.
So, in attempt to capture those moments, I'm going to simplify. It might get crazy. It might get ugly. It might even get painful, but I am committed. I've been working at this for a while now, but haven't ever really gotten past the first round of decluttering. This time I am in for the long haul. I have my white board. Trevor is on board. And I am ready.
If you'd like to follow me on this journey, I would be honored. I think it's going to be a bumpy, but worthwhile ride.