Making time and nature a priority

My family and I have recently returned from a glorious 2-week camping vacation in Glacier National Park ( If you have not visited, it is one to add to your bucket list.

I am desperately clinging to the feeling of hiking in the park, with no worries beyond what we had in our daypacks for lunch. But why do I need this feeling of space, of release, so badly in my daily life? How is it that I have allowed my life to become so cluttered up with activities and stress that I must constantly seek relief from it all?

Courtney Carver of Be More With Less has this to say on the subject:

So I am asking myself: what can I let go of? How can I simplify my life further in order to allow for the spaciousness I am craving?

This will be a work in progress.


Other people’s annoying habits

I have been living with my parents for a few months, moving in advance of my family, who will be joining me in another few months. To say that it’s been a bit of a shock living in my childhood home – and with my parents – would be somewhat of an understatement.

What I have found to be both frustrating and amusing is how much my parents’ habits are annoying me. I know from past experience that this is likely because their habits are revealing something about me that I would rather not admit. Example 1: clutter (who me? have a tendency to accumulate clutter? never!). Example 2: indulge in sugar (whistling and avoiding eyes, la la la la la…).

Readily, I can admit that these “faults” also tend to be my faults. What’s much harder, though, is working on those tendencies in myself. Without expecting that working on myself will set any kind of an example, or rub off on them, or make me better than they because I’m working on my faults!

Because, really, who am I to judge? If I want to work on my own “faults” for my own benefit, then good for me. If their habits are bothering me to a point where it is affecting my ability to live in the house, then I must address it with them. Otherwise, I need to just leave them alone about it. And always remember that these issues are MY issues.

My parents are wonderful, kind, generous and love me very much. How lucky am I? Who could ask for more than that?