the start of simple


For years, I’ve been doing my best to get organised. Actually, I am quite good at it. There’s just always a lot going on in my life – a lot to achieve. Best intentions are casually thrown out the window when work takes over or I’m in desperate need of a break.

I’ve spent hours at a time researching the best methods for keeping it all together. I’ve tested just about every app and programme I can lay my hands on. It would be almost impossible to count the days loading information and tasks into new platforms in the hopes that one of them would be the end-all-be-all of systems.

You could say it’s almost like an addiction. But, there’s another side of the coin. I know I’m putting too much emphasis on finding a system or developing a way to become hyper-organised. Seriously. I know this. I am aware I’m complicating everything.

That’s the path that sends me towards blogs about simple living. I’ve not spent as much time with them as I have the features pages on project planning apps. They don’t speak to me. Well, not usually.

The simple life guides tend to take one of two paths. One is quite extreme. You know – we’re leaving the big, bad city to a farm and the kids are going to quickly adjust to life without Netflix and iPads while we drink milk straight from the cow.

Most people realise quickly this isn’t something they can do, even if they dream about it. The other body of work isn’t really aimed at me; at least don’t think it is. It’s for people that have a lot of stuff and shop for the fun of it. It’s for anyone that still has a collection of books, DVDs, and can’t walk through the store without picking up something new. I’m not that person.

For years, I’ve been whittling down all my possessions. I still own about six DVDs because they’re movies I truly love and aren’t available (for free) on any of my streaming options. I don’t have any physical CDs except for those used in the past year for German study. My collection of books is, albeit slowly, decreasing. I have a digital library card and there are only so many books I will reread anyhow.

And, I don’t shop. Not really. I buy clothes about once a year; I’ve stopped buying kitchen gadgets and furniture. I spend plenty on food and wine, but it’s not about things. Boxes and boxes have made their way to charity from my house in the past couple of years.

What else would I cut out?

What is simple anyhow?

That’s what I intend to find out. And it starts today.