Jessica Corey Butler

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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?

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1/8 '17 3 Comments
Hi, welcome aboard!

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 hate that we have to do a thing or not do a thing, do we actually? I guess I have a "minimalist lifestyle" if that's what it means when you leave your home with a bowl of pasta salad in one hand and a kid in the other and try to start over. I work out, etc. I made a budget and a whole game plan thing and then... life. Kids. Cats that randomly pee on things. New house with no storage. Bills that get put off for one month end up put off for three. Budget is basically poorly written fantasy novel at this point. General lack of desire to fold laundry...

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.
Bottom line, the best we can do is our best. We kind of did the same thing (starting over) in totally opposite ways. At times I wish I did bowl of spaghetti and kid thing, and yet... *sigh* -in the end it's all just a ride, or so we (friend bit andI) mutually agreed.

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...