On lifestyle... 1/8 '17
So a topic keeps coming up with a boy I like (probably boyfriend? Mostly?) -- he keeps telling me things are lifestyle choices... like how I live (currently a little chaotic) and how I parent (possibly, same --but sorry, parenting a 15 year old girl is never not chaotic, to a degree, or you're a lying sack of poop; add in copatenting with a megaDick ex, and... yeah, chaos)...
I don't intentionally choose chaos; I yearn for the zen kind of minimalist lifestyle that the whole KonMari lifestyle is all about. But maybe I'm more of a hygge person. Definitely more that than minimalist. Thing is, life happens.
Life is messy. Finances are messy. Anxiety and depression are messy. I think I'm kinda doing okay, all things considered.
And yet! Right now what I want, really really want, is a more streamlined and simple existence. I want a house organized how I like things. I want a healthy eating and moving lifestyle that has me two degrees more active than a sloth. I could totally be all over making some of that happen, sorting through twenty years of household shit and making some kind of sense of it all, purging shit like a good flu does...
so why why am I resisting?
I am reminded of the Absolutely Fabulous episode where they are worried about visiting their minimalist artiste friends with the all-white living space except now they have children and everything's just higgledy-piggledy. Nobody with a life has time for perfection.
I'm trying to get over the idea that any of the things that I do "right" are totally negated by the things that I'm doing "wrong" or not doing at all. The things themselves don't care, and I think they'd find the whole thing kinda funny if we asked them.
On another note: I did manage to clear out half of my spare bedroom. (Shoved one half into the other, non-KonMari, Hygge, Minimalist style.) tomorrow is another day...