 http://www.flickr.com/photos/mazzali/2527547172/ I remembered my small granny telling me when I was little that 'a person can only sleep in one bed.'
I felt her words of wisdom sink down into my bones in a new way. Even if I own ten beds, I thought to myself, I can still only sleep in one. I can only drink from one mug at a time, wear one set of clothes, live one life. So out came the charity box and as day followed day, I began to look at all my stuff with new eyes, and assign what I no longer needed or wanted to the box. I started to feel lighter. This felt so good as my head felt like an intolerable weight on my neck, and my neck an unstable entity on my shoulders. I found it easy to say goodbye. I felt a deep sense of gratitude. I found myself whispering 'thank you... you served me well... serve someone else now.' I remembered the pleasure I had felt. And I felt ready to move on. I learned again how easy it is for me to complicate my life, and how I am only a decision away from the simplicity that makes me thrive. Learning No. 1 Simplicity makes me thrive. Check out the Happy Book for more suggestions.
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10/13/2014 06:44:58 am
Thank you so much Chris, you made my day! I haven't been writing much this year but this is will spur me on. Congrats on your nomination too! Martine x Leave a Reply. |
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