I mentioned last week that a lot of my writing is about my new mantra. “Live Simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.”
When I ponder “living simply,” a few things come up for me. First, THINGS come up. You know… stuff, crap, the junk in my closets, littering the yard, in bins. The treasures we keep that end up keeping us.
I was given a large LLBean boat bag when each my girls were born. The monogram was the same on each. Motetes. In Puerto Rico, where my mom is from, this is a slang word for all the necessary things one must have with her for security and comfort. You know, like a blankie and a teddy, maybe a toothbrush if dental hygiene is your thing.
It was a joke of sorts since my mom knew that any time we came for the day, I’d have more than a full Motetes bag of stuff with me. Babies don’t travel light! As we’ve grown past diapers and sippies and the rest, it’s refreshing to have the occasional single Motetes bag trip.
As I look at the rest of my stuffness, I realize that it’s just that, stuff. In the end, I can’t take it with me, no matter how many Motetes bags I own. Although I can’t bring myself to give it ALL up (like a monk), I have set some boundaries for myself. Here are just a few examples:
Let’s face it, what do I really, truly need? Who is it I’m working for anyway? If I curled up either of my girls in a ball (even the 6 ½ year old!), ten to one… they’d fit in the bag.
More thoughts on living simply coming up soon.
What are your simple boundaries?
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