It was 2008 or 2009 when I first met my friend Rhonda online. We were born some years apart in the same city, we were each in our sixth decade when we baby boomers met, I was still negotiating territory that Rhonda was firmly walking so her prior experience catapulted me joyfully into the “bloom where you are planted” country.
It was both a relief and a serendipitous meeting for me.
Previously Tony and I had tried to negotiate how we might become self sufficient and it left us more stressed than fulfilled. Finding an affordable few acres, managing those few acres while working for a wage and remaining green throughout was a big big ask.
When I stumbled across Rhonda’s blog her “simple living” take offered a doable concept able to be practiced here, in our home, with no financial investment, no tree or sea change, all we had to do was adapt what we had and what we wanted to do.
So we did.
We had changed careers, we were running our own business after years of working for mainstream employers but we were doing it on our terms. To shake up the mix we tripled the size of our house after we left teaching (to blend three houses into one home) so we weren’t following the expected middle age downsizing formula.
Which was ok, after I read Rhonda’s take I was, in a sense, validated.
Because it comes down to, in this simple living paradigm, simply eliminating consumerism. Consumerism mind, not consuming. Living simply is less not than being. It is less do it this way, do it your way.
Simple living is acknowledgement of choice, self-driven choice, unencumbered by expectation mainstream or otherwise.
It’s simple said that way, but it requires the stripping away of complexity.
Which is a relief.
And purely Rhonda even though she’d argue that.
So, come join me if you’d care to, for a simple living ride.