All tagged Simple Mondays
I am an avid listener and participant in The Minimalists podcast (they've read one of my tweets and played two of my voicemails; my claim to fame!).
The other day, while I was listening on my way to work, Joshua coined a phrase that I was really feeling.
He was discussing a zero-waste lifestyle, which is certainly a noble cause, however this can be a very intimidating phrase that would turn the average individual away and say, "there is no way I can accomplish that!"
Hello, friends! It has been quite some time since I have posted anything and I've been dealing with a little bit of guilt over that.
Here's the thing, when something becomes a stressor in your life, I think it's important to step away from it.
Today I'd like to discuss my movement from disposable household goods to reusable ones.
This was honestly not an area that I focused too much of my time and energy on previous to reading this post from Erin at Reading My Tea Leaves.
I find it amusing how slow my sustainable changes have been, but then again I know how important it is to progress slowly. That's sustainable practice in itself!
One of the greatest lessons I have learned since beginning my yoga practice has been self-compassion. I was intimidated by the exercise because although I was a gymnast in my youth, I had lost a large amount of flexibility by the time I was 22.
I was incredibility aware of this loss, which was a large motivator for wanting to take up yoga, but something I had not lost from my time as a gymnast was my perfectionism.
De-cluttering and simplification is a process in itself, but it isn't the goal. I cannot tell you how many times I seem to have forgotten that while I work hard at gathering my capsule wardrobe.
Sometimes I get stuck on achieving my goal of having this capsule, but completely lose sight of why I even bother.
Everyone who works an office job or attends school seems to dread Mondays. Not everyone, but most of us mere mortals. I have mixed opinions on the matter, because on one hand, I find myself feeling anxiety on Sunday night because... well... I love the weekend! And who doesn't?
Mondays are tough because pants all of a sudden become a requirement and bedhead is looked down upon. Psshh, whatever. Pants are so overrated.
So, where do these mixed feelings come from, you wonder? Seems like I've made up my mind, huh?