This Year I Want Less

2020 has been a continual stripping away.

Laying things bare.

Pulling the world and all of its trappings from my tight little fist one bony finger at a time.

School. Sports. Activities. Travel. Conferences. Restaurants. Get-togethers.

Now it’s just back to the basics.

Of people. Of health. Of food. Of safety. Of family. Of love.

And as I move gently into this next year, I’m realizing how much I want to stay there.

Not in quarantine. Or coronavirus. Or fighting and division…that’s not quite what I mean.

But in the LESS.

Less stuff. Less obligation. Less expectation. Less comparison. Less activities. Less striving. Less scrolling.

Less of everything.

Just LESS.

I’m realizing I don’t want 2021 to be my year.

For anything.

Like finally achieving whole house organization. Or finally getting into the best shape of my life. Or finally achieving some grand purpose.

I’m realizing I don’t want to push toward some lifestyle that has a name or a How-To book or a million Pinterest pins or a ‘movement.’

Like Minimalism. The Simplicity Movement. Whole 30. Keto.

No.

I just want LIFE.

Me. Family. Good friends. Connection. Real food. Nature. Pets. Comfortable footwear. Fresh baked bread. My tattered bible while soaking in a warm tub before bed.

Less of the world and that constant push for MORE.

I just want this.

I want less.

I want my good, hard, messy, gritty, beautiful, ordinary LIFE.

Who's with me??