To breathe.
To make less noise.
To be present, aware, involved.
To embrace routine.
To anchor.
To make time for happy.
To do the one minute tasks right now.
To stretch.
To complete.
To trust instinct.
To always remember.
To unplug.
More is less, less is more.
I've been overwhelmed by routine, and frustrated by the smallness of it all. I'm working to embrace it. To do the little things over and over that need doing, without complaint. I want to find that space where my dailies are so simple that they become natural and automatic. Where I don't have to force myself to do the little things, but instead have the space to do the bigger things.
Success will look like a clean home, like sitting on the couch reading, like taking the time to write things down. It will be calm in the face of storms. It will embrace being small, in the grand scheme of the big universe. It will find the importance in routines. It will be centered, anchored, and grounded- immovable in faith. It will embody charity. It will seek opportunities to serve in small and quiet ways. It will be content with less, because less is more.
This will be the place I record those small successes. The simple things. The not-so-complicated. The worthwhile.
For almost three years, my pajama pants sat in the mending pile. The took five minutes to mend. It was a small, simple repair. For too long, I have allowed myself to put off for later what is simple enough to do now.
