I feel like I'm almost afraid to make the leap to living more simply.
I love "stuff" oh man I just LOVE stuff. I love to buy it and covet it and browse it. Every so often I get this feeling like I'm trying to fill a hole. And it's never filled with stuff. I don't know what the hole is or where it came from but I've tried filling it with other things when I was younger-booze, casual love etc but that never worked either.
I am starting to wonder if I should be filling the hole with LESS.
The things that make my soul sing are all free. My children. My husband. My friends and family. Sunshine. And just nurturing myself, my relationships, the earth. Passing on knowledge to my children. Gaining knowledge myself. Baking something healthy and delicious.
The role of a stay at home mother who home educates her kids who are all closely spaced is not always easy. It's tiring and frustrating at times. But for the most part it's rewarding and having the pleasure of being home and not at work to see my children grow is a pleasure. I love Tannah telling me what her drawings are all about. I love it when Willow wants me to be Charlie so she can be Lola. I love sitting and watching Harper's eyes smile at me when she feeds.
There is no book or pram or sling or nappy that could ever fill a hole like those things do.
So maybe the more I want is less? Living more simply. Living in the moment.