I’m a big believer in simple living. If it were realistic to live without a mobile phone and just rely on the post and a single home phone, like the 1980’s model above, I’d be quite happy. I have an iPhone completely void of any apps and am often asked ”why no apps, why no apps?” but for me, the less buttons, the better (I am scared of apps like ‘angry birds’.)
In fact ironically, despite being a blogger, I find myself less and less inclined to use my laptop as well. I often feel that time is best spent on simple pleasures – cooking, reading, walking, playing, gardening, preparing a proper pot of tea…even just having a bit of time to stop and think (gasp!).
So you could say I like the idea of a fairly basic, pared-down life…circa 1920’s, but with modern conveniences, of course.
Oh, but if only leading a simple life was that simple! Because like most people, I’m not that one-dimensional.
Despite my appreciation of living simply and unhurried – without that frantic pressure so many of us find upon ourselves nowadays – there’s a part of me that always wants to do more, to achieve more for myself, as an individual. For quite some time now I have considered what I want to turn to career-wise.
Having kids has completely changed the professional outlook I had. I fall neatly into the ”career woman who earnt good money working long hours and taking work home then had kids and don’t ever want to return to my old career, but now at a crossroads” cliche.
Right now I do work part-time, but it’s not a career move, more a lifestyle decision, and it’s perfect – for now. Certainly not what I really want to do as my main ‘thing’.
But how many of us know what we really, passionately want to do? I have so many things I like to do running through my head all the time. I like a lot of things. I don’t love just one thing. That can suck when you’re wanting to carve a new path for yourself.
And how many of us get the opportunity to actually do it? Fortunately for me, I might just have the chance to. If of course, I knew what that one thing actually was…
Or, maybe I just think too much.
Now, where was that good book I was reading….