Simple vs. Easy

I like simplicity, maybe because inside my head it’s anything BUT simple. I try not to acquire a bunch of stuff. I try to get rid of the stuff I have. I keep my schedule very open. I almost fear commitments because my life before retiring was nothing but commitments.

Complicated people? There are a couple of kinds. Some people are enduring one of those life moments when complicated stuff is happening to them, others just don’t feel alive unless their lives are compound fractures. I also know people whose lives are complicated because they get attention from others that way — those people I avoid so as not to get sucked into the morass. Being happy is a pretty simple choice, though not always…

Easy.

A lot of difficult stuff is simple. My brother could have saved his own life if he had simply stopped drinking, but that wasn’t easy. My hard decision to leave teaching — a decision I wrangled over for years — was simply accomplished one white-sky afternoon in a hotel in Colorado Springs. I think everyone’s life is full of these difficult simple dilemmas.

When I saw this prompt this morning, the first thing I thought of was this little hymn. I thought it was a Quaker song but no, Shaker. So here I am, the first morning I’m fully well in more than a month, looking again at Anabaptists. Maybe that’s a sign I should get back to work on the continuing adventures of the Schneebeli Family.

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8 thoughts on “Simple vs. Easy

  1. I’m finding that I also prefer a wide open calendar now that I’ve retired. The only commitment I have these days is three hours every Tuesday afternoon at the library – and even that feels like a burden sometimes.

    Do you think it’s part of the INFJ thing? I meant to mention the other day that I too share your Meyers Briggs assessment.

    Either way, SO glad to hear you are feeling better.

    • All I know is that after two weeks essentially alone in my house with my dogs I’m fine so right now I’m grateful to the INFJ thing. I was thinking after I wrote that post that if I were an extravert, I’d be out of my mind right now and I’m not out of my mind. I don’t think so, anyway… 😉

      Yeah, there are a lot of possibilities here for me to do community service — the library, the food bank, tutoring high school kids — and I’m not doing any of them. At first I thought I was just tired from 35 years in a helping profession and I think that’s part of it, but the rest is definitely the introvert thing. I am not entertained or energized by small talk or peoples’ petty power squabbles and I saw during my time at the art co-op that those things are actually bonding activities for many people — most people? I can’t say.

      Two of my best friends are pronounced extraverts and I love them, they love me, but we’re very different. They will socialize just to socialize. It’s funny to be around them because the longer we’re together the happier and more energetic they get and the more exhausted I get. 🙂

      • I read The Highly Sensitive Person by Elaine Aron in the mid-90’s and it was a revelation – especially when she cited stats – something like 25% of the population is introverted. That means that 75% are the opposite – and so, if you extrapolate that, civic planning is designed by and for those who love loud and crowd and all that jazz. No wonder I hate malls!

  2. I think a lot of decision making is complicated, but once a decision is made, execution is very simple. It took me a long time to realize I needed to divorce my first husband, but only one sentence to get it started.

    We are also dedicated to not scheduling or making a lot of commitments having both had very over-scheduled lives before retirement. Funny how the schedule somehow fills up anyhow … although “full” is a relative term. These days, a little goes a long way. I know people our age and older who are still working. I don’t know how they do it. I know I not only can’t, I really don’t want to. Garry shivers when you mention work. He REALLY doesn’t want to.

    • The only obstacles to my decision to retire were that 1) I didn’t want to, 2) I couldn’t afford it until I was 62. It was difficult to deal with 1), to realize that I really DID want to. It’s hard to see reality sometimes.

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