I was trying to read in Mitten Strings for God by Katrina Kenison but found myself frustrated because it is so hard to read about the importance of peace and quiet and play when the natives are restless. The part I'm at now she speaks of simplicity. Now that I get. As I'm going through box after box after box of clothes I realize I may have overcompensated and acquired far more clothing than is necessary. Silly me. Time to weed out---well, not today of course because I'm still trying to figure out what I want and what I can let go of and where it all needs to go in our house. Here's a quote that I rather like:
It takes conviction to say, "This is enough"--whether it be enough holiday events, enough guests at a party, enough presents, or simply enough activities for next Saturday. And it is hard to feel confidence in our own choices, in our own sense of limits, when everyone around us seems convinced that more is bigger and better.
Part of growing up in today's world is facing this every day when the world, inner demons, the Jones's say that what we have, who we are, and what we do is never ENOUGH. Says who? I need to remember *I* am the one who decides what is ENOUGH for me. And frankly for most of the material things I think we have MORE than enough. (Which is to say too much.)
And now the timer is going off. Back to the Island of Sodor, or wherever it is the kids are pretending they are with their trains.