Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

For my own good.

March 21, 2019


I was going to start this post by saying, "there are some comforts we can't live without." And then I thought, what? Who says? Who says we should eschew comfort and why?  Granted, I'm not talking about wasteful comfort--driving bigger cars than we need to bigger houses than we need, etc.


No, this isn't about waste--we know what waste is and don't need to be told. I'm talking about need. I'm talking about everything we've given up because someone told us it wasn't good or right or perfect for us, and because we're good people, we gave it up, and then spent the rest of every subsequent day wondering what (and for whom) we were doing without for. You know? There is so much I miss and have been missing and I think I'm ready, at this belated age, to start living for myself and for my own good.





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