The other day I found myself thinking about my journey in minimalism and simplicity. Like most people I often focus way too much on what I have left to do, and not too much on what I have already accomplished. With that in mind I thought it might be fun to look back on some of the changes I have made over the years.
I know I’m late posting these, but finally I managed to write a post about my summer trip to NYC. We stayed for 10 days and had a ridiculously great time. Our temporary home was the Archer Hotel in Midtown and we absolutely loved it. The rooms are on the smaller side but super nice, the staff were nothing but wonderful, and they brought little treats up to our room every evening. What’s not to love?That’s me in our hotel bed, watching real American morning TV with my English Breakfast tea and Greek yoghurt.
That’s one of the favorite hypothetical questions of minimalist bloggers, don’t you find? What, amongst your hundreds or even thousands of possessions, would you actually save in a fire? Well, when two policemen pounded on our door at 4.30 am on Tuesday and told us to immediately evacuate our home all I could manage was to put on my coat and boots, grab The Poodle under my arm, and get the fuck out of there. It wasn’t our building that was on fire but one of the neighboring ones, but seeing as we live in one of the oldest areas of town where several hundred-plus-year-old wooden buildings stand wall-to-wall they weren’t taking any chances. By 5 in the morning more than 70 people were standing outside on the street, watching the fire and wondering whether we would have a home to return to by evening. I hadn’t even managed to grab my phone on the way out.
I’m a feminist…
- Because people tell me I’m lucky I have a man who likes to cook.
- Because I’m not even 30 and I have been asked about when I’m going to have children for nearly a decade.
- Because I’m not even sure I want children, and I am scared shitless of your reaction if it turns out that I don’t.
- Because people assume I’m bitter over the fact that my boyfriend has not yet proposed to me.
- Because people assume I dream of my future wedding when in reality I dread the thought of the expense, the work and the attention.
- Because you’re surprised to find out I’m into technology and gadgets.
- Because when I tell you where I work, your reply is more often than not “oh, so you work in insert-entry-level-position-here?”
Confession time: I didn’t give you the whole and complete truth back when I wrote On Depression: One Year Later. You see, there is one more thing I have done to slow things down and create some extra calm in my day-to-day life: I have taken up meditation.
Yup, I’m going to let that one sit there for a while.
Come on now, picture it. Me in the lotus position, in a meadow, surrounded by whale song and crystals and Enya, completely and blissfully free of thought. Pretty good, huh? Can’t you just picture it? Well, now you can erase that image from your mind because that is not what this is about at all. Nope. No whale song, no Enya, no crystals. Just me and my iPhone. Sorry to disappoint you.