simplicity

It seems that no matter how hard I try to bring about simplicity in my life, complexity comes in and has to take over. Work is incredibly difficult, having a house on the market for ten months with zero nibbles, trying to balance an increasingly wonderful social life with enough down time for just me does not an easy task for me create.

I’m always on the run, always trying to learn something new, I’m always trying to improve and grow. Yet, it seems the more I try to take off my plate, the more that goes on my plate. It's always miles from here to there, then miles back.

I find myself often overwhelmed and underprepared. I find myself seeking a panacea or, at best, a solace from the storms of life. My panacea is not found in my piano nor does solace come completely in the wonderful friendships which have come my way over the last year.

Here’s my confession: Frustration is a constant companion, or so it seems. For, as I long to live a life of simplicity, there are so many road blocks prohibit my experiencing it fully. Simplicity—that ever elusive state of being, that state I long to experience fully is out there somewhere. I hope that one day simplicity will be mine. I’m ready to rid myself of the shackles that my daily life tend to bring.