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…
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.