I was listening to an episode of Radio West called The Bucket List and I realized that my life is buried. I don’t know what to cut out, how to eliminate and simplify the daily minutiae so I can actually work at things on my bucket list and enjoy “life’s flow”. I have a great life, and am really fortunate. But I’m not sure that I feel I’m really getting all that I can out of each day. Any time we talk about moving again I cry (immediately, it’s become a knee-jerk response at this point) because I feel so overwhelmed by the disorganized state of my house and how my to-do list never seem to be shrinking.
Only–but this is rare–
When a beloved hand is laid in ours,
When, jaded with the rush and glare
Of the interminable hours,
Our eyes can in another’s eyes read clear,
When our world-deafen’d ear
Is by the tones of a loved voice caress’d–
A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast,
And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again.
The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain,
And what we mean, we say, and what we would, we know.
A man becomes aware of his life’s flow,
And hears its winding murmur; and he sees
The meadows where it glides, the sun, the breeze.
Have you done this? I’ve gotta go wipe a bum, unload my car, load the dishwasher, move the laundry, and make my bed. Can you tell me your secrets to simplification while I do all that?