When the most exciting thing that happens to you in a while is that you catch your first Uber ride, in fact three Uber rides in one day, you know that your life has undergone a major makeover.
I remember thinking, way back when, “I wish my life was just normal, just ordinary, just plain boring.” And, finally, I got my wish.
And I am certainly not going to complain. I rejoice in the plainness of my days. I savour the simplicity of our daily, weekly routine. I don’t want excitement. I’ve had enough of that for several lifetimes.
There is nothing nicer than a quiet weekend at home, sleeping ’till late, laying around in bed ’till even later, maybe not even having a shower, doing some minor housework, cooking dinner and then watching a bit of Netflix.
Sure, there is a part of me that worries about not providing a rich enough life for my kids, not enough stimulation and excitement. This sure isn’t the life that I would dream of.
I once imagined lots of travel for us as a family, homeschooling with a tutor, lots of exciting experiences, but things haven’t turned out that way, so a simple life it is.
Maybe, if the boys want excitement and stimulation, they will make up for the lack of it in their childhood and adolescence throughout their young adult life and beyond, or maybe they won’t. Maybe, like me, they will learn to appreciate the small excitements, like a road trip to the beach or an outing to the trampoline park, every now and then. But so far, they seem to prefer to hang around the house, with the odd outing to the shops, like me.
There was more excitement for me last week when I was finally able to get the ventilation fan in my car
See? It’s the little things.
Sam started high school this year and after much trepidation from us both during
Further excitement occurred last week due to the purchase of a ticket to see Hannah Gadsby’s new show “Douglas” in March. I can’t wait to see and hear what blistering things she has to say about the patriarchy and men this time around. It’s like the voice of western women has been concentrated and distilled and now emerges in everything Hannah has to say on stage. I can’t wait!
Have you been bitten by the Marie Kondo bug, yet? Even before I watched her series on Netflix, I had planned to do a major declutter in the new year and even announced to my children that we were going full on minimalist in 2019. Of course they wouldn’t believe me, but watching the show gave me the impetus I needed to get started and I have thoroughly decluttered and tidied and folded all the things in our house. Even Ben has jumped on the bandwagon (without watching the show) and tidied up his room, got rid of a heap of things and yesterday decided to declutter the cupboard under the kitchen sink, finding a whole lot of stuff to throw out, sell and donate.
I still haven’t finished. I’m not doing the full-on Marie Kondo by doing whole categories of stuff at a time. My version tackles a cupboard, a shelf, a drawer at a time, whatever I have the mental space for. Today, I found a camera backpack I bought years ago and used maybe twice, but couldn’t bring myself to get rid of because I spent good money on it. I finally listed it on Facebook Marketplace today and can’t wait to see the back of it.
Speaking of decluttering, I’d love for you to read this article by my friend Eve, which starts off talking about decluttering with Marie Kondo, but then takes us somewhere I think about often:
Everyone accepts the status quo because that’s what they’ve been taught. This is the way it is and it’s never going to change. Oh, unless perhaps we go to a four-day work week. Or introduce a living wage. Or stop paying politicians so much. Or tax corporations more. Or cut military spending.Eve Fisher, Geelong Advertiser
As you can see we’ve had a pretty exciting start to the year. Haha! I like it this way. I like it slow and steady. I like having a job I love, enough money to pay the bills and feed us and pay for the occasional new thing we actually need, like car repairs. I’m glad the life of emotional rollercoasters and being out of control is far behind me.
Sometimes I wonder if this is just anxiety speaking. Liking this new, non-eventful, boring life. No drama, no stepping out on the ledge, not taking any chances. And then I realise that I don’t care. If this life helps me manage my anxiety then all’s well and good. If I feel safe and secure enough, then I will take the occasional risk and venture out for some excitement. As long as