Some days I think about simplifying life. Cutting back to the bare minimum, scaling back and living closer to the land. 

I remember growing up miles from the nearest town, isolated by fields of wheat from civilization

It was a different time, simpler in so many ways. We had clocks but they felt less controlling somehow. Maybe in my youth I missed the ever present countdown, but days and weeks stretched out interminably at times.

We still had schedules, but they were less packed with details and focused on the big picture- holidays, seasons, voluntarily activities. Less with the shoulds and must do’s and have to’s.

My schedule now is to the ten minute increment, lunch hour often a hazy mirage.

What would it be to take back that time? Be able to slow down while others around me speed up?

I watched Cinderella last night, and was struck by the simplicity of the story. Feminism and societal expectations aside, everyone had a purpose and worked towards it. They weren’t split six ways from Sunday. They were merchants, or nobles or peasants, and went about their own business.

It made me long for a thatched roof cottage with flowers and a field out back to feed my children. For fall harvest and spring seeding and even weeding (dear lord!)

So I’m thinking this year, my goals for 39 will include getting back to my roots, giving up things that don’t serve me, and spending more time on the things that matter. Friends, family, creativity. 

It’s doable. To set goals is to achieve, after all.