But the scope of 2015 looks a lot different. My diploma came in the mail last week, and although money is tight, my husband is now home all the time, as he goes back to school to get his teaching license. By no means does this mean my life will suddenly become calm, but I no longer care to stir the pot of my own stress level.
For part of my Christmas present, my husband pulled all the carpet off of the floors in our house. The old hardwood looks absolutely beautiful, and changed the look of each room completely. Our house is very small, but with the different floors, it gives it the more rustic, less modern look I want. I sold my old couches and were given a nice set of neutral furniture from my aunt.
I've been watching a ton of television shows (and one documentary) on tiny house living; and although our house is not that small, I think some of their advice could work for us. I've noticed that the less clutter I have, the more peaceful I become. I think that I have fallen into the "clutter trap." My home, classroom, mind, etc...it's all full of clutter. I want to get back to what matters to me this year.
Now that I have said that, I can admit that it is way easier said, than done, When I cleaned my writing desk, I tried to leave out only the things that inspired or meant something to me. That included my great-grandmother's buttons, my vintage photo (turned upside down) of people at the Little Red River; my portrait of a family in the 1920's American West; another loved vintage photo of a lady; my crystals; the complete set of J.R.R. Tolkien's Lord of the Rings series; my favorite vase and pencil jar; and my favorite book on Native American culture.
So maybe simple should start somewhere else this year. Maybe I will have better luck cleaning out my closet.
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