I was asked the other day about my new Smaller Life
In what way does it differ from my old 'simple' life and is it better?
Oh, it's better ... so much better.
I feel like I'm me again!!
I'm not doing anything I don't want to do
I say no politely
Then not quite so politely
Then if you won't take the nice version of me, you get told in no uncertain terms what to do
Well you shouldn't have pushed
I have taken back my life
And it's given me time to think
Time to get on with living simply
And for me living simply means
Sneakers and jeans
Television and books
Walking in nature
Taking time to live
Whenever it is possible
Our old duvet was re-purposed into two cosy dog beds
One thick and multilayered and covered in the softest most teddy-bear like fleece
For Suky to snuggle into and keep warm
On cold caravan nights
And the other thinner, longer and snuggly on the back seat of my car
For sleepy journeys to and from the Van.
Both seem to be appreciated.
I was never perfect
Sometimes I wasn't even good
But now that I've relaxed into me