Monday Mercies

Monday is the day of the week that is filled with the most should’s and to-do’s as we try to start off our week in the best way possible.  Instead of starting our week with a list of things we think we should do or ways we want to work harder, maybe it would be better to start with reminding ourselves of the mercy God has already, abundantly, granted us.  So these posts are small prayers, scripture verses, or thoughts to help us center ourselves in God’s mercy for the week ahead.

Embracing Father,
You grace each of us with equal measure in your love.
Let us learn to love our neighbors more deeply,
so that we can create
peaceful and just communities.
Inspire us to use our creative energies
to build the structures we need
to overcome the obstacles
of intolerance and indifference.
May Jesus provide us the example needed
and send the Spirit to warm our hearts for the journey.
Amen

—from Being Neighbor: The Catechism and Social Justice

Mother Nature

By 6:30am the birds are already chirping outside my window loudly enough to wake me up.  I’m already partly awake but their chatter declares it is morning and it is time to get up and greet the glorious new day.  As I walk into the kitchen on the hunt for some caffeine I see the beautiful early morning light already streaming through the window.  It lights up the greens, pinks, and whites of the garden flowers and makes the world seem magical.  I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, giving thanks for this quiet moment of peace and beauty.

When I moved to East Texas in 2015 I had no idea how much I would love it.  Most of my life I lived in different suburbs of Houston.  Traffic and crowds and concrete were just a part of the constant scenery and I didn’t think anything of it.  But when I first came to East Texas I lived in a little house with half an acre around me and woods behind me. And I discovered the wonder of living every day in a place where you are surrounded by green trees and lots of open space.  Now living in little Jefferson I often joke with Steven that I live in a Disney princess house and that I’m just waiting for the birds to start making my bed and laying out my clothes.  The garden is magnificent with different flowers and fragrances ready to greet you everyday.  The sunlight streams into my windows in the morning gently urging me to wake up just a little early to enjoy a few moments to myself.

Even driving through East Texas is more beautiful.  On my weekly drives to Kilgore and Dallas I was constantly amazed at how many different kinds of green there are and just how tall a tree can grow to be.  The sun would often be a gorgeous ball of firey orange and red in my rearview mirror as I drove eastward on Thursday evenings.

That part of my spirit that is weary from running so hard and chasing so much is beginning slowly to put herself right again.  And I’ve found that slowing down to enjoy the beauty of mother nature is a big part of that.  Waking up as the sun comes up, winding down as it settles down for the night.  Sitting outside and letting the sunlight warm my face while I enjoy the whooshing sound of hummingbirds flying from feeder to feeder.  Turning off the tv and instead reading a good book while it rains outside in the evening.  Mother Nature’s rhythms invite me into a life that offers balance and joy.

As we celebrate mothers today, I’m filled with gratitude to our Creator God, who is Mother and Father to all.  She’s made a beautiful world filled with wonders big and small.  The pulse and beat of the natural world invites us to find peace, joy, and rest- beautiful gifts our worn out souls desperately need.  So, this morning, I’m going to enjoy the quiet for a little while and offer thanks to our good, good Mother/Father God.  I’m going to give thanks for the beauty of these days.  I’m going to give thanks for my beautiful mother and for all the amazing mothers I know.  I’m just going to sit here in the calm and remember that I am a beloved creation of the Almighty.  And I’m going to listen to the birds chat with one another outside my window.

Monday Mercies

Monday is the day of the week that is filled with the most should’s and to-do’s as we try to start off our week in the best way possible.  Instead of starting our week with a list of things we think we should do or ways we want to work harder, maybe it would be better to start with reminding ourselves of the mercy God has already, abundantly, granted us.  So these posts are small prayers, scripture verses, or thoughts to help us center ourselves in God’s mercy for the week ahead.

Lord Jesus Christ,
you have taught us to be merciful like the heavenly Father,
and have told us that whoever sees you sees Him.

Show us your face and we will be saved.

Your loving gaze freed Zacchaeus and Matthew from being enslaved by money;
the adulteress and Magdalene from seeking happiness only in created things;
made Peter weep after his betrayal,
and assured Paradise to the repentant thief.

Let us hear, as if addressed to each one of us, the words that you spoke to the Samaritan woman:

“If you knew the gift of God!”

You are the visible face of the invisible Father,
of the God who manifests his power above all by forgiveness and mercy:
let the Church be your visible face in the world, its Lord risen and glorified.

You willed that your ministers would also be clothed in weakness
in order that they may feel compassion for those in ignorance and error:
let everyone who approaches them feel sought after, loved, and forgiven by God.

Send your Spirit and consecrate every one of us with its anointing,
so that the Jubilee of Mercy may be a year of grace from the Lord,
and your Church, with renewed enthusiasm, may bring good news to the poor,
proclaim liberty to captives and the oppressed,
and restore sight to the blind.

We ask this through the intercession of Mary, Mother of Mercy,
you who live and reign with the Father and the Holy Spirit for ever and ever.

Amen.

– Pope Francis

Hello, again.

Yesterday I walked barefoot out the back door and into the yard to cut a flower from a bush growing along the fence.  I put the pretty pinkish white bloom in a small vase and stuck the arrangement on my nightstand.  I had spent some time earlier that day unpacking my suitcase completely, carefully finding a place for each little thing.  I zipped it up and put it away.  And then marched outside to get the flower.

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The home I’m living in right now (as I wait until I get married and move into a new home with my soon-to-be husband) has the most beautiful garden and the best smelling flowers.  When I’ve been my most stressed I’ve gone outside and just sat on the porch or in the grass.  My gracious hostess even pulled out her hammock and I have spent several hours just laying in the sun letting nature heal my tired soul.  I’ve longed to bring in one of those little flowers and put it on my nightstand so that I would get to see and smell it first thing in the morning and last thing at night.  But I’ve kept myself from doing it because I knew that no sooner had I cut it and set it out then I would have to re-pack my suitcase and leave again.

I have spent the past three years on the road driving between work, seminary, family, and friends.  When I got my car 2 months before school started it had 3 miles on it.  My first brand new car.  As of today it has 83,172 miles on it.

But now the semester, my last semester of classes, is done.

About a year ago I began to realize that all the travel and multi-tasking had somehow altered the way I thought and operated.  In moments of stillness I had one of two reactions. I either fell into a deep, exhausted sleep for hours (or even days) or I quickly found other things to do.  Great things, to be sure.  I would organize dinner parties, go on quick weekend trips to visit friends or family, or paint a room in my house.  I’d decide it was the perfect weekend to clean the garage or re-plant the flowerbed.  Busyness had rewired my brain until I was fully addicted.  And it scared me.

I began to read books and blogs about Sabbath and stillness and choosing slowness.  My heart sang out!  This was exactly what I needed! These words spoke of the idolatry and illness of constant busyness and how, over time, it robbed you of the joy of connection and peace. Every line on every page felt like it was written about me, about the way I had been building my life.  And I knew I wanted to change.

I think that at the heart of busyness is an inability to believe that it’s ok to rest and trust God.  We believe that we are worth what we contribute, what we create.  And so we toil and toil.  And we place such small value on who we are that we believe we must construct something better, shinier, more efficient.  So we work hard, strive, and fill our lives with busyness.  We are so busy showing how awesome and capable we are because if we stop we will have to accept ourselves just as we are, flaws and all.  And that seems painful.  It IS painful.  So instead we work harder.  We keep busy.

One of my absolute favorite author’s, Shauna Niequest, in her book Perfect Over Present, uses a metaphor of filling up a little red wagon with responsibilities and deadlines and commitments and then having to haul that wagon with her everywhere she goes.  She describes the physical, mental, and spiritual exhaustion that goes along with hauling all that junk around and her desire to just stop and let it go.  As I was reading her beautiful book for the first time last September I thought yes, that’s exactly what it’s like.  I called my fiancé and told him about the book and her analogy.  “Why don’t you just stop pulling it then?  Or at least take some things out of it?” , he said very lovingly.  “I can’t,” I said, “Everything has been superglued to the wagon…and I’m chained to the wagon.”  As much as I wanted to stop and let go, I knew that the process of releasing busyness wasn’t something I could do overnight.  It wasn’t as simple as walking away.  I was going to have to learn how to unchain myself and then take things out of the wagon one by one.

And so that’s what I’ve been doing.  I stopped writing blogs because I had to be writing papers for school and I couldn’t find time or energy for both.  In October I took a part-time appointment close to my fiancé so that we wouldn’t see each other just once a month.  Because I needed to finish school before I could make any other schedule changes, I put school as my priority and carved out specific weekends that were off-limits to anything but schoolwork.  I actively worked on letting it be ok to make a B or even *gulp* a C if that meant I got to sleep more than 4 hours a night.

This of course makes it sound like I made huge strides towards a less busy life with less anxiety.  And that is absolute nonsense.  I mean, I tried, believe me I tried.  But more often than not I still had far too much on my plate.  And what seemed like it would be manageable in December felt like the Herculean labors in February.  I cannot even begin to count how many hours I talked to friends and family trying to process my anxiety and exhaustion.  And sometimes I did ok.  Sometimes I felt more normal.  But, especially at the beginning and end of the semester, it felt like more than I could handle and there were lots of tears.  Thank God for my patient and thoughtful Steven, and all the people who held me up when I felt like I couldn’t go one more day or one more mile.

But I’ve made it.  I have one paper left and one final.  I think Steven and I have grown even closer and I think I’ve learned a lot more about what matters to me and what doesn’t.  What matters is people.  Making time for phone calls and visits and meals with people.  People I’ve known and loved for years and people I’m meeting for the first time.  Being present with people and being sure to hear and see them.

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And what matters more than anything else is my relationship with God.  Augustine said that our souls are restless until they find rest in God.  I believe that.  And I’ve been restless and filling up my days, sometimes in pursuit of trying to understand God, when what I should have been doing was stopping and smelling the little flowers.  Letting the sun shine on my face and fill me up with light.  Feeling the abundant love God has for me, just as I am without having to prove or be anything, through the world and people around me.

My life has changed a lot in the last few years.  I have learned so much, grown so much, and discovered that God’s goodness is so much greater than I ever could have imagined.  In this new chapter of my life, I want to let God write a story that is full of love, joy, peace, faith, and grace.  And I think all of that starts with resting.  So that’s what I’m doing now.  Resting in the sure and certain promise that God is love.  And that, if I will slow down, if I will let God rewrite the busyness addicted parts of my brain, I will be able to see and feel that love of God in the every day stuff of life.  And that is, after all, what this blog was always supposed to be about.  The way that the Divine works in the ordinary, daily stuff.

So let’s try this again, shall we?  I’m Becca.  This is my blog.  It’s about the stuff of everyday life- mine and yours.  And it’s about the way that God shows up every day in beautiful and powerful ways.

 

Simple Living: Minimalist Wardrobe

I’ve mentally written at least a dozen posts since the last time I actually sat down to write.   But 2 things stopped me: 1) I needed a break from writing in general.   School took a lot out of me (a lot more than I expected) and I needed to not be in front of my computer for a while.  2) I needed to spend some time reconnecting with people and catching up on things I hadn’t had a chance to do in a while.  But, rejoice!, because I am now fully rested and reconnected and excited to share with you my latest minimal conquest…my wardrobe!

A lot of discussion has been had about building the “perfect capsule wardrobe”.   For those of you who may not know a capsule wardrobe is the basic essentials that you need to have in your closet.  The rest of your clothes would be things that you change out seasonally but your capsule wardrobe is the high-quality, classic stuff you wear all year around.  I did some reading on building a capsule wardrobe (and if you’d like to too I recommend this, this, and this!)  Then I came home last night and attempted to tackle my closet aaaaand…I definitely don’t have a capsule wardrobe.  And at this point, I’m not planning on having one.

“But, Becca!” I imagine you saying in a shocked and slightly aggrieved tone, “Don’t you love having less?  Why would you have so many clothes?”

Well, gentle reader, it’s true I do love having less.  I love it a lot.  In fact, this whole minimal idea took root in my head because I walked into my closet 3 years ago and thought “this is not the closet of a faithful person”.  I felt I had too many items I wasn’t wearing that were in excellent condition and that could help someone else look good, get a job, feel good about themselves, or stay warm.  Since then I have instituted lots of changes to keep my closet in check.  I cannot even count the number of times I’ve cleaned out my closet.  (Seriously, it’s a high number and I’m bad at math).  I have a hanger rule; no new hangers allowed.  If I run out of hangers I have to get rid of something I already own (this rule has been helpful but not often necessary).  In fact, I so regularly clean out my closest that my friends ask “what is left in there?”  A lot.  Let me tell you.  A WHOLE LOT OF STUFF.  In fact, currently there are 75 things hanging in my closet.  Which is more than double the 33-37 rule of most capsule wardrobes.

At first, I was pretty concerned about how many articles of clothing I still have in my closet (especially considering that does not include the stuff I have boxed away in tubs for other seasons) but I’m feeling pretty confident about my clean out now.  Let me explain how I got there.

First I took everything out of my closet and put it in piles in the living room based on the frequency of wear and also how much I love it.  I have a couple of dresses that I love but I don’t wear more than 4 times a year.  Still, I’m keeping them…at least for now.   I also had a lot of stuff that would look super cute, if only I would wear them.  But I don’t  and I’ve had them long enough to know that I won’t so they don’t get to stay.  This meant saying good-bye to all kinds of things- pants, dress tops, skirts- all things that were only good in theory.   I also got rid of anything that was worn beyond repair or faded beyond respectability.  Also anything that doesn’t fit, which can be tricky to gauge sometimes.  I am not a fan of keeping lots of clothes that are too small for you especially if they are several sizes too small and you’ve had them for more than 2 years.  Mostly I try to think about who could wear this if I donate it.  I have lots of work clothes that I have bought over the years thinking it would help me to dress more professionally.  It never works because that just isn’t my style and it isn’t required of my job.  But if I donate those clothes that gives someone else a chance to maybe look good on a job interview or look more professional in their own line of work.  And that makes me way happier than having that outfit in my closet gathering dust.

Weather in Texas makes my wardrobe choices a little tricker in some regards.  It can be 80 degrees in the morning and 30 degrees by mid-afternoon, so Texas winter requires layers.  But it never gets super cold in my part of the state so it’s not like I need heavy jackets or sweaters.  The core of my wardrobe consists of jeans and tank tops and cardigans for layering.  I can throw a tank top under a dress or sweater to make it a little thicker and I can pull a cardigan over a dress or shirt in order to do the same thing to it.

I put away anything that was the wrong length, texture, color, or thickness for winter.  I have one tubby full of stuff for spring/summer and one small one for fall.  In a month it will be too warm for sweaters so those will get packed away and I’ll pull out more t-shirts and dresses.  It’s a pretty straight-forward system and one that is pretty exciting since every few months I get to feel like I’m shopping all over again in my own closet as I bring back out pieces I love and have packed away waiting for the right season.

So how do you tackle your own wardrobe?

You have to start by taking everything out of your closet.  Yes, this is messy and it sorta sucks.  Sorry.  It is by far the hardest part so just suck it up and do it.  Pull each item out and put it in the appropriate pile: love it, like it, leave it.  Love it is for stuff you love wearing, you feel beautiful and confident in when you wear it, and you wear it at least once every other week.  Seriously.  You should love it that much.  Like it is for stuff that you wear with great frequency but it’s not necessarily a love it item.  For me this includes tank tops and cardigans because I use them with almost every outfit but I’m not obsessed with them or anything.

Leave it is for stuff you love but NEVER WEAR (probably because you love it in theory but it fits sorta weird or it’s super complicated/expensive to clean or it’s not quite the right size anymore….whatever.  Be realistic here.)  Leave it also needs to include things that you shouldn’t or can’t wear anymore.  Items that have holes that you can’t fix or are super faded and worn (you might be able to find other uses for them, like cleaning cloths!), or items that you bought but never wore or that you used to wear but don’t love as much anymore.  Those all go in leave it. Know what else goes in leave it pile?  Anything that you have multiples of needs to come out of your closet.  You do not need 6 jackets (sorry…you don’t).  You do not need 10 all black t-shirts (do your laundry more often and this won’t be an issue).  You do not need 20 pairs of jeans (seriously…that means for almost an entire month you could wear a different pair of pants each day).

The leave it pile can be tricky and I respect that, but if you’re serious about having a minimal closet you gotta be brutal about what you keep and what you donate, give away, and toss.  So for a little inspiration I give you-

Reasons to have a minimal wardrobe:

1) Easier to get ready in the morning.

I have just the items I need and love so I can’t make a bad choice.  Plus I know everything goes together because I was an intentional shopper (post on this soon to follow!).  

2) Less mental energy spent on decisions early in the morning.

I don’t have to expend any mental energy to look good heading out the door in the morning!

3) I’m not spending money on lots of clothes, so I have more money to spend on things I do love, like hanging out with friends or books.

And frankly, I’d rather have books than clothes.  I don’t know what your book equivalent is but you could be enjoying more of it!

4) I’m not having to clean or maintain an extensive wardrobe.
5) I’m not contributing to or being controlled by the consumerist idea of “I’d be happy if…”

Having that perfect dress won’t magically make your day better.  Sorry.  Our days are better because we have attitudes of contentedness and peace, which we do not get from constantly lusting after more things or trying to achieve some kind of crazy physical appearance standard. 

 

Why I love Advent and hope you do too

I know they’ve been playing Christmas music on the radio for days.  And I know Hobby Lobby has had Christmas decorations out since July.  But believe me when I tell you- it is not Christmas time yet.  No, seriously.  It’s not.

Today starts the season of Advent- one of my favorite liturgical seasons!  It’s the time leading up to Christmas where we prepare our hearts and minds for the coming of the Christ-child.  It’s a season of reflection, prayer, and peace as we wait expectantly to celebrate God With Us.

Don’t get it confused with Christmas!  Advent and Christmas are linked but they are not the same thing. Christmas is the feast and the party!  Advent is the fast and the quiet time.  Christmas is bright lights!  Advent is the patient lighting of just one candle at a time and sitting in the darkness waiting for the full light to come.    Christmas is crazy!  Advent is calm.

In a world constantly in motion and at full blast, Advent is an invitation to a time of intentional stillness and quiet. 

I have this mental image of a pregnant, teenage Mary just sitting on the hillside of Nazareth.  I was fortunate enough to be able to visit that town this past March.  I picture her sitting under the pine trees, looking down at the town with her hand resting on her pregnant belly.  Still and peaceful as she waited for her son to be born.  I imagine life for Mary was not easy and that her pregnancy could easily have been one filled with worry and fear.  She was an unmarried, pregnant girl in a strict religious community.  She had plenty to fear.  But when I read her beautiful response to the news that she is to be the mother of the Messiah I see a young woman who has found peace in obeying and trusting God.

And Mary said,“My soul magnifies the Lord,
    and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
for he has looked with favor on the lowliness of his servant.
    Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed;
 for the Mighty One has done great things for me,
    and holy is his name.
 His mercy is for those who fear him
    from generation to generation.
 He has shown strength with his arm;
    he has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts.
 He has brought down the powerful from their thrones,
    and lifted up the lowly;
 he has filled the hungry with good things,
    and sent the rich away empty.
 He has helped his servant Israel,
    in remembrance of his mercy,
according to the promise he made to our ancestors,
    to Abraham and to his descendants forever.”
~Luke 1: 46-55

Each week we light one candle on our Advent wreath.  Each candle represents a different idea- hope, joy, peace, and love.  These are things I want in my life this Advent.  And I know I won’t find them in a mall or a store.  I won’t find them if I’m so busy running around I don’t have time to be still and seek the blessings of the Father.

It’s so easy for us to become wrapped up in all the things that we “have” to do for Christmas.  There are presents to find, buy, and wrap.  There are parties and events to go to and host.  Every kid is in at least 3 different Christmas concerts.  Every church has a full calendar of Advent activities.  There’s a house to decorate and lights to put out.  Family pictures to take and Christmas cards to send out!  There are a million things to do and to get done.  And sometimes all the Christmas cheer can feel like it is just too much.  It becomes an endless list of chores instead.

Dear friends, the world has sold us a lie about the meaning and value of Christmas.  Don’t buy into it.  

This Advent I’m inviting you to lay some of that down with me.  Get out your calendar and write down all the things you plan on doing.  What events do you have going on?  What parties have you been invited to?  Sit down and honestly map out your December.  And then…just pick a few things.  Say no to things that don’t help you connect with the spirit of Advent.  If it doesn’t help you to reflect on the gift of Christ, just politely decline.  I don’t know what those things are for you.  For me, it’s mostly the shopping and decorating.  I don’t feel the need to buy huge gifts for everyone I’ve ever meet.  And I spent a grand total of 1 hour decorating my house for Christmas.  Is it simple?  Yep. Is it still charming and cozy?  Absolutely!  I don’t need 3 days and 20 boxes of decorations to put me in the holiday spirit.

Some things I’m saying yes to:  Christmas craft night with girlfriends, Coffeehouse Talent Show put on by our church’s youth choir, and a young adult ministries Christmas party.  I plan to make as many of my gifts as possible so I’m sure I’ll spend some hours working on those.  I’ve already turned down a couple of invitations that sounded like so much fun but would just be too much for me this year.  I’ve also told some people no, I can’t help with certain events.  I have to say that one is harder.  I feel sort of guilty for not helping but I really believe it is important to say no sometimes (although I always offer alternative names of people to ask).  Just because something is good doesn’t mean it has to make it on your calendar.  And just because you think people expect it from you doesn’t mean you have to give it to them.  Advent is not about meeting the world’s expectations.  It is about finding the hope, love, joy, and peace that come from God as we wait for Emmanuel.

The main thing I’m saying yes to this Advent is some white space on my calendar.  I’m going to take time to rest.  I have a special Advent devotion book that I’m going to read each day.  And I’m going to serve others as best I can.  I want to slow down enough to notice the people around me and offer them help in any way I can.  I want to be extravagantly generous in ways that matter- in small acts of kindness and acts of love and service to my brothers and sisters.

I love the quiet calm and watchful peace of this season.  I love the time of dark knowing that the time of light is coming.  I am overwhelmed with gratitude and joy as I think about the fact that God, creator of all things and author of all life, loved us so much that he came as a human being and lived with us and died for us to bring us back into the family.  I love Advent.  I hope you do too.

Some cool things to check out as you start your season of Advent:

Haley Stewart at Carrots for Michaelmas:  I love this blog and adore their book!  You can read my favorite blog post here and order their fantastic book on liturgical living here.

Simply Wait:  Cultivating Stillness in the Season of Advent– this is the devotional that I’m using this year.

101 Days of Christmas:  Don’t be fooled by the title.  This book is full of some great recipes and craft ideas for a fun and easy Advent.

The Minimalist Move: Complete!

I haven’t written anything in a couple of weeks because between moving, papers, tests, and a small desire to have a social life I have been exhausted.  Finally hit a wall this weekend and got very, very sick.  I’ve started work on this post about 10 times and couldn’t finish because I was just. so. tired.  But I’m hoping for a rally soon.  Note:  you should drink more than caffeine-infused beverages and eat more than a piece of fruit when you are starting to feel poorly…it won’t end well, friend.

But, congratulate me, because I have officially moved!  I am in my new place and loving it.  It still doesn’t feel like home yet but it is a really relaxing and quiet place and for that I am immensely grateful.  The other day I was getting ready and it was so quiet that I realized I could hear each brush stroke as I put on mascara.  I’m just saying…that’s scary quiet.

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Yep…that’s all my jewelry. I kept quite a bit because it dresses up my fairly generic wardrobe for work. But it’s a lot less than I had before!

 

Turns out moving when you don’t have a lot of stuff is pretty easy.  I’m hoping no one is super surprised by this information.  I came home from school on the Friday before the move, went and picked up the keys to the new place, then went out to dinner before going home to finish packing.  Movers showed up right on time and everything I own was loaded in their waaaaay too big truck in hour.  It took them a little less than an hour and half to put it in the new place…which has stairs.  Poor guys!  I had forgotten to get water bottles for them and, of course, my cups were still packed.  I ended up finding some glass bottles for them to use.  Note to self:  pack water for movers or you will feel like a jerk.   The movers were awesome!  Just two guys and they moved FAST, for which I was very grateful.  They even gave me a half-hour for free since I offered to go online and write some sweet reviews for them.  So fast, efficient, careful, and online business savvy- a total win.

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My very sweet parents came over and, after helping my sister unpack her new house just a few weeks earlier, they were already in the unpacking groove.  My kitchen is pretty tiny but my mom was a kitchen wizard and somehow I even managed to have empty cabinets!   My dad, bless him, tried valiantly to unpack all my books.  But that didn’t work out so well for me…thanks OCD.  So instead he became the project manager and that dude hung pictures, fixed me a little pantry shelf-situation (oh that’s right, my tiny kitchen doesn’t have a pantry), and broke down all the boxes and lugged them downstairs to the garage.  They even took me to lunch and bought me some new house necessities.  It was absolutely wonderful having them to help and we got everything unpacked!  Seriously.  Everything.  I have one painting that needs to be hung, two vases that I don’t know what to do with, and my winter bedding needs to be space-bagged and put away.  That’s it.

My "pantry" courtesy of my awesome Dad!

My “pantry” courtesy of my awesome Dad!

Ah, the joys of minimal living.  

So now it’s just a matter of settling in to my new space which has been fun and challenging.  I don’t have a linen closet but I do have a trunk that I am using as a coffee table.  Now it also holds all my sheets and blankets…yeah for multi-tasking furniture!  And I didn’t want to buy any more drinking glasses so I’m using some vintage wine glasses as my everyday glasses, which just makes breakfast OJ so much more fancy.  There are a few purchases I do plan on making though.  I need a floor lamp for my living room, something to put my purse and the dog leash on when I come in the door, and furniture for my patio.  But for right now it is just really relaxing to have just what I need.  And everything I already have is something I love.

My favorite spot is definitely my desk.  It’s a deep red which makes me smile and my desk chair is the most comfortable chair of all time.  I have some of my favorite “Jesus-books” on top of the desk along with a framed print of Doctor Who sayings (thanks, Lisa!) to keep me company.   I’ve started eating breakfast at my desk just so I can enjoy the chair, the view, and the quiet before the day starts.

Stay tuned for more Simple Living posts soon!  I’ll be writing about cooking and shopping like a minimalist- two things I’m having to deal with right now.  Have a great Monday!