I know I haven't posted in a while. Am I still considered a blogger? Probably, just a casual blogger. Not a high blogger or a professional blogger. I merely dabble. Dabble in bloggage.
The reasons for my absence? Well, we've been busy with company and on vacations to sunny San Jose, and summer term started up.
Needless to say, with Brian and I both working and going to school (I should come up with a word for that-whooling? schorking? Schorking. Now there's a word I can get behind.), we have been very busy. We've been busy for years. It's nothing new. Only lately, it's started to drive us a little insane. Both of us (but mostly me) forget that there are only 24 hours in a day and that we work at least 10 out of those 24. And then there's homework. And don't even think about laundry, scrubbing toilets, floors or windows. Oh, and honey? How do you feel about Ramen again? Or we could really spice it up and go for a grilled cheese sandwich. Oooh, fancy.
We have both felt a desire to simplify our lives. Brian (and here's where some of the insane stuff comes in) has wanted to get rid of a lot of our stuff, live on less, buy less, save more, live in an itty bitty place. Not because we have to, but because we can. And we should. (?) You know, be minimalists and stuff. We've even talked about selling...get ready for it...the T.V.
How DARE we!? How COULD we?! But we do dare, and we just might.
We're doing a test run now. It started last Friday. The house still hasn't gotten cleaned, but it's not a disaster, either. I've had some great conversations with my husband, and I've gotten a lot of reading in. I'm even almost caught up with my National Geographics that mean so much to me.
What is so amazing about T.V. anyway? When I'm watching it I feel like I'm waiting for something else to happen. "Oh, I'll just sit here and watch T.V. while I wait for ____________." Something, anything, the phone to ring, someone to knock at the door, the Second Coming, who knows. But then, nothing ever happens. And what have you done? Wasted your precious time. Have you created anything? Have you bettered yourself? Have you had any amazing, face to face conversations? Have you learned anything? Then what's the point?
I often complain that I don't have time to read and write. I often hear my mom complain that she wants more time to paint. Everyone wants more time, and they just don't seem to know how to get a hold of it. I think I have the answer...