It seems like I shouldn’t have to try so hard to feel peaceful.
Shouldn’t Zen just sorta flow or something?
Honestly, sometimes I turn the most mundane circumstance into Much Ado About Nothing.
So I’ve been working pretty hard to simplify. And again, that feels sort of oxymoronish – should simplicity feel so complicated?
I organize. Purge. Usher all the ducks to their respective rows. And wipe clean my surfaces. (Almost) every morning begins with a clear desk. So to speak.
But sometimes finding peace … means making peace. With yourself.
I chucked the very-long-list the other day and went for a walk in the cold, bright blue with my camera.