We just disconnected cable today, but shhhh...we didn't tell the girls. How did we pull off this deception with the tweens? Well, we didn't completely cut ourselves off. Through the Roku, we still have access to several services that stream movies and television programs. We can also access live TV from the major networks and several cable networks as well. Though we are still paying for these services, it's significantly cheaper than paying for regular cable. (Goal #1 of simplifying our technological life is to lower our monthly costs. )
These new changes give us access to fewer channels and we will no longer have DVR service. Though losing the flexibility to record programs initially stressed me out, I am trying to change my tune. True, I will no longer be able to choose the random hour at which to watch one of the 150 episodes I have recorded. I will also no longer have 150 little irritating reminders of how little free time I have, calling to me and making me feel guilty. Half the time, when I watch a recorded program, it is to clear off room for more recordings, rather than because I really want to sit down and watch TV. (Goal #2 is of simplifying our technological life is to spend less time watching TV.) Having fewer channels, and no means of recording will force us to more critically analyze how badly we really want to sit in front of the TV.
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
When Simple is Hard
It's hard to keep things simple during back to school time. For one thing, our relaxed summer schedule changes drastically. No more late nights, no more sleeping in, no more procrastination of things that need to be completed.
For our family, everyone's schedule and responsibilities change as the new school year begins. Dad has to resume some of his household chores that he gets a break from during the summer. The girls have to add homework, sports and music practice back into their days. Mom has to go back to trying to balance classroom life and home life. Even the pets have to endure long stretches with no one home.
Back to school time seems to be anything but SIMPLE. This year, I will be adding graduate course work to my to-do list. I feel the weight of complicated schedules and stressful days on my shoulders already. So, how am I going to work on continuing to simplify my world? Stay tuned and hold on...it may be a bumpy ride!
For our family, everyone's schedule and responsibilities change as the new school year begins. Dad has to resume some of his household chores that he gets a break from during the summer. The girls have to add homework, sports and music practice back into their days. Mom has to go back to trying to balance classroom life and home life. Even the pets have to endure long stretches with no one home.
Back to school time seems to be anything but SIMPLE. This year, I will be adding graduate course work to my to-do list. I feel the weight of complicated schedules and stressful days on my shoulders already. So, how am I going to work on continuing to simplify my world? Stay tuned and hold on...it may be a bumpy ride!
Friday, August 7, 2015
Simply Being Careful with Words
So far, my posts have centered around the cleaning out and simplification of our living environment, but today I was thinking about how simply my words, or even my tone with words can have a positive or a negative effect on other people. I know...I get strange thoughts in my head all the time. But lately I believe they are messages I'm meant to listen and pay attention to.
A few minutes ago, I passed by one of our two cat bowls and happened to glance down to find treats still in the bowl. Earlier this morning my husband, who was taking on my task of giving the cats their morning treats, asked me if they had be given any yet. I told him no and heard the familiar crinkle of the bag and plink of the treats as the fell in the bowl. Now, an hour or so later, I notice that he did not in fact give them cat treats...he gave them dog treats.
My first inclination, smart ass that I am, was to send my husband a text and goad him for giving the cats the wrong treats. I'm prone to sarcasm as a way to relate to people and come on...it says dog treats right on the front of the package. But something made me pause this morning as I went to pick up my phone. I stopped and thought about what that seemingly simple, message might say to my husband. Did I want to communicate, "Hey dummy...don't give the cats dog treats?" Did I want to communicate my lack of confidence that he knows the difference between cat and dog treats? Did I want him to feel regret for having helped out with the pets so that he might not want to do it again? Did I want him to think that I was panicking about the cats being fed something that was not meant for them? (Which I wasn't, but historically I might have reacted that way.) Did I want him to feel like I'm focused on his mistakes, rather than being thankful for his help?
No.
I didn't want to communicate any of those things, because I wasn't thinking any of those things. It was not a big deal. The treats are different than the usual dog treats and the same brand as the cat treats I usually buy. I know it was an honest mistake. Even if the cats ate a few, I know these treats would do them no harm. So the simple message I was about to text was unnecessary, and was likely to communicate all the wrong things. I know this is a round-about (non simplistic) way to get to my point...but my simple lesson for today is that sometimes, I simply need to pause and think before I speak, text or email and decide whether what I'm about to say is really necessary. Will it send the message I want to send? Will in energize and lift the other person, or is it simple meant to get in a jab?
A few minutes ago, I passed by one of our two cat bowls and happened to glance down to find treats still in the bowl. Earlier this morning my husband, who was taking on my task of giving the cats their morning treats, asked me if they had be given any yet. I told him no and heard the familiar crinkle of the bag and plink of the treats as the fell in the bowl. Now, an hour or so later, I notice that he did not in fact give them cat treats...he gave them dog treats.
My first inclination, smart ass that I am, was to send my husband a text and goad him for giving the cats the wrong treats. I'm prone to sarcasm as a way to relate to people and come on...it says dog treats right on the front of the package. But something made me pause this morning as I went to pick up my phone. I stopped and thought about what that seemingly simple, message might say to my husband. Did I want to communicate, "Hey dummy...don't give the cats dog treats?" Did I want to communicate my lack of confidence that he knows the difference between cat and dog treats? Did I want him to feel regret for having helped out with the pets so that he might not want to do it again? Did I want him to think that I was panicking about the cats being fed something that was not meant for them? (Which I wasn't, but historically I might have reacted that way.) Did I want him to feel like I'm focused on his mistakes, rather than being thankful for his help?
No.
I didn't want to communicate any of those things, because I wasn't thinking any of those things. It was not a big deal. The treats are different than the usual dog treats and the same brand as the cat treats I usually buy. I know it was an honest mistake. Even if the cats ate a few, I know these treats would do them no harm. So the simple message I was about to text was unnecessary, and was likely to communicate all the wrong things. I know this is a round-about (non simplistic) way to get to my point...but my simple lesson for today is that sometimes, I simply need to pause and think before I speak, text or email and decide whether what I'm about to say is really necessary. Will it send the message I want to send? Will in energize and lift the other person, or is it simple meant to get in a jab?
Monday, August 3, 2015
How's it Going?
Well, after an initial surge of energy cleaning out my own clothes, and a very productive session cleaning out the girls' clothes, we had 12 bags of clothes to take to Good Will, plus several to pass on to the cousins. We piled them in the living room, waiting for Dad to take his turn.
A few days passed and I didn't clean anything out.
Then, I almost felt like I was having withdrawal. I was itching to do more. My instinct was to open every cabinet, drawer and closet and start getting rid of things that I didn't want cluttering my space anymore.
Then panic set in, when I walked into my closet to get dressed and realized just how much I was getting rid of. I looked briefly for a well-worn, beloved pair of comfy shorts, and sighed deeply as I realized that I threw them away. Shorts with holes, while comfortable, are no longer a part of my pared down wardrobe.
At least I never thought about digging into those bags of clothes to pull anything out. It didn't get that bad! But just to be sure, it was time to move them out of my living room.
The girls even got into the process, offering (without me asking) to take the bags to the car. All 12 of them!!
So the next category of items I decided to tackle was BAGS and PURSES. My girls and I are a little addicted to collecting items in this category. Here's a look at the initial pile as we scoured the house, looking high and low, for all our carry-alls.
The pile got much bigger, but in the end, we were able to pick out the items that are most used and are most useful. As soon as I finish a category I feel relief and panic at the same time. (A little strange, I know.) I'm amazed at how much "stuff" we have accumulated over the years. Most of it is stuff that we did use at least once. The thing is, with the exception of a few of these bags that were purchased because of a NEED (like a backpack for school) most of them were unnecessary purchases, made strictly because the item was cool, or pretty or fun.
When I started going through items, making my donate pile, I hesitated at times. "That bag is really pretty." "I have one that matches that." "I really enjoyed using that bag for youth group." I had to force myself to focus on the bigger picture here. We simply DO NOT NEED most of this stuff. It would better serve others. And I noticed that something happens when you weed your stuff down to just the things that really matter. Decision making becomes easier, the purpose of specific items becomes more clear, and because we no longer have 75 bags and purses, we now have A place where they belong. No more shoving them in every last closet and under every bed in the house.
Our simplifying is going well. On to the next category...which may be a location...the DREADED art closet!
A few days passed and I didn't clean anything out.
Then, I almost felt like I was having withdrawal. I was itching to do more. My instinct was to open every cabinet, drawer and closet and start getting rid of things that I didn't want cluttering my space anymore.
Then panic set in, when I walked into my closet to get dressed and realized just how much I was getting rid of. I looked briefly for a well-worn, beloved pair of comfy shorts, and sighed deeply as I realized that I threw them away. Shorts with holes, while comfortable, are no longer a part of my pared down wardrobe.
At least I never thought about digging into those bags of clothes to pull anything out. It didn't get that bad! But just to be sure, it was time to move them out of my living room.
The girls even got into the process, offering (without me asking) to take the bags to the car. All 12 of them!!
So the next category of items I decided to tackle was BAGS and PURSES. My girls and I are a little addicted to collecting items in this category. Here's a look at the initial pile as we scoured the house, looking high and low, for all our carry-alls.
The pile got much bigger, but in the end, we were able to pick out the items that are most used and are most useful. As soon as I finish a category I feel relief and panic at the same time. (A little strange, I know.) I'm amazed at how much "stuff" we have accumulated over the years. Most of it is stuff that we did use at least once. The thing is, with the exception of a few of these bags that were purchased because of a NEED (like a backpack for school) most of them were unnecessary purchases, made strictly because the item was cool, or pretty or fun.
When I started going through items, making my donate pile, I hesitated at times. "That bag is really pretty." "I have one that matches that." "I really enjoyed using that bag for youth group." I had to force myself to focus on the bigger picture here. We simply DO NOT NEED most of this stuff. It would better serve others. And I noticed that something happens when you weed your stuff down to just the things that really matter. Decision making becomes easier, the purpose of specific items becomes more clear, and because we no longer have 75 bags and purses, we now have A place where they belong. No more shoving them in every last closet and under every bed in the house.
Our simplifying is going well. On to the next category...which may be a location...the DREADED art closet!
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