The Overcomplicated Life

You ever have one of those days that you wonder why you’re caught up in the rat race, running on the treadmill, questioning what you’re working for? When you start to question the meaning of your life and what you really want it to be? When you realize that sometimes we over-complicate our life for the purpose of doing what we think we’re supposed to be doing? Why do we lead such overcomplicated lives?

This is similar to my previous post trying to decide what I wanted to be when I grow up. But it came out of a great discussion with my husband over dinner tonight. (We have some of our very best conversations over dinner.) We started talking about similar articles that each of us had read recently about people who live in very small houses. Scaling down to the very bare necessities, requiring very little income to maintain these small spaces, and being so much less stressed because of it all.

Since moving to Texas, my husband’s Midwest roots are planting deep, and he’s been talking about wanting to maybe get some land or a farm. Not exactly what I thought I’d have to look forward to. But lately, I’ve thought about this a whole lot more. Mostly thanks to discovering The Pioneer Woman, Ree Drummond. She was a city girl who fell in love with a cowboy and now lives on a farm. It doesn’t hurt that she’s a great writer and photographer so reading her site transplants you there and makes it look so wonderful.

So…it got us talking – day dreaming really – what it would be like to have some land, grow our own food, maybe make something naturally and sell it at local farmers markets or online. We’ve even thought about buying some land with a fishing stream or lake and doing a little B&B for those who want to escape the city. Doesn’t that sound awesome? Get up and bake some muffins for breakfast. Pack sandwiches for the fisher-people for lunch. Grill up something fun and yummy for dinner and sit around a campfire and just visit. Live maybe 30 minutes from town and drive in a couple days a week to get our mail, stock up on groceries, and visit with people – since of course you would know everyone and they would know you. It would be that small of a town. An oasis of sorts.

This is a far cry from our current lives. We are both (thankfully) employed full time – my husband in advertising, me in information technology. Nice careers, don’t get me wrong. But could we make the sacrifices necessary to simplify our lives? And would we be less stressed? Happier? If we jumped off the treadmill of running from one thing to the next and instead focused on quality living (and not quantity living), what would that be like?

On the Today show this morning, they had a segment on cheapskates, and how we should admire those who are willing and able to live well BELOW their means. Sort of goes against what many of us do “keep up with the Jones’s”, striving for the next new car, or new toys and gadgets. Is the universe trying to tell me it’s time – and it’s OKAY – to want to simplify life?

This is such a huge leap (I’m having a hard time making the commitment of disconnecting our cable, for goodness sakes!) but it is so fun to think about. To ponder what life would be like if you just chose to simplify – to leave the overcomplicated life.

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I am a woman with lots to say. My brain provides continuous commentary on everything going on around me. And because my thoughts are so varied, no single person in my life wants to hear all of them. But I need to get them out of my head in hopes to slow down the spinning, the constant words, the blah blah blah.
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One Response to The Overcomplicated Life

  1. Julie says:

    That’s interesting cause Steven has been wanting a ranch. Looks like we’re both in the same situation of wanting some land and being self-reliant so that the rat race leaves us alone. Trying to keep up with the world is just so exhausting!

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