Years ago, at the same time friends of mine were building enormous, beautiful homes, I was doing everything possible to get out of my home and it wasn’t even that big by Utah standards.
I remember giving them my unsolicited advice at the time. DON’T DO IT!
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I wrote this last fall when we were moving.
I love walking through the empty rooms of this house that we built and lived in for over 8 years.
Picture an entire family laying around the house detoxing all at the same time.
Picture some of us grumpier than usual, some of us happier than usual and some of us too tired to be happy or grumpy or conscious.
It’s been easier than I thought it would be. And a lot harder.
As a child I didn’t like being told we were poor but we were. I was poor and too uneducated to know what to do about it. Oh I did what I was told and I studied hard in school and got straight A’s and scholarships to put myself through college and graduated even poorer and more uneducated than I began.
You can’t do it all. You can’t have children AND a perfectly clean house AND a full/part-time job AND always look gorgeous AND cook all your food from scratch AND get enough sleep AND homeschool or supplement a public school education AND exercise daily AND make cute little crafts AND remodel your house AND grow a garden AND bottle the produce AND practice an instrument AND get your own education AND have meaningful relationships AND save the world AND on AND on…
I love stating the obvious.
I was eating really well last year. I was off wheat and all grains and I was eating very little sugar. I thought.
A lot of things I do look really hard to other people and they are. I do things that are really, really hard. But it’s not necessarily because I’m stupid. It’s because the alternatives are even harder.
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“Mommy, where do the birds sleep at night?” my four-year old asked as we were looking out the window on a spring morning at the life outside. The little birds were hopping from the trees to a little patch of green grass and back again.
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When I was in school I always wished we could wear uniforms. I just didn’t want to have to think so hard about what I wore every day. In 25 years I haven’t changed a bit. I wear a uniform every single day.
Basically it works like this. I sleep. I’m happy. I don’t sleep. I’m not happy.
So simple and yet so difficult to achieve.