I’ve found blogging very difficult this year. There are several entries where I simply fly by to say ‘I haven’t forgotten’ and I’ve gone weeks and weeks without posting. Life just seems too full, too complicated, too busy.
What I yearn for is a simple life. I do love my job (most days) and in the past when the conversation has arisen I’ve always said I would carry on doing it even if I didn’t have to make a living for myself. I don’t think that’s the case any more. I’d love to have more time to keep chickens, take photographs, learn new skills, and quite frankly my working life gets in the way of that all too often.
Actually, my whole life needs a damn good declutter. I write this at a desk which has barely a spare inch on it; it pretty much represents my life. There are bottles of nail polish, rolls of sellotape, crumpled paperwork, pots of pens, boxes of small change; all manner of bits and bobs which clutter my life.
Yesterday I sorted through the piles of clean laundry in the spare room. I have perhaps 15 black t shirts. They’re not all the same; there are v-necks, round necks, short sleeves, long sleeves, 3/4 sleeves, fitted, drapey and slinky, but really, who needs all of those? On the stairs there are 3 pairs of my shoes. I probably have 30 pairs altogether, and 2/3 of them are not where they should be, i.e. put away tidily.
So, what to do? I’m going to keep this blog short, then I’m going to tidy my desk. When I’ve done that I’m going to put away my shoes. Then I might do some ironing, and take a few more steps towards achieving a simpler life.
Then I’m going to dream about writing a letter of resignation so that when my numbers come up on the lotto I can embark on the simple life I think I really deserve.