In my past life (aka. pre-husband & sticky toddler) I traveled the world, served the people and dreamed big… now, it’s all I can do to brush my teeth in the morning! With a busy toddler and a busier husband, I attempt to make a home in East Tennessee while pieces of my heart remain scattered across the globe.
Thanks to six years in Asia and a tight budget, I am constantly grappling with the buying & bustling of modern American life. There just has to be a simpler way. In opening my heart & mind to new cultures over the years, I found that I also opened my heart & mind to different ways of doing things. When necessity beckoned, I found a way- despite language barriers, cultural miscues, trial and lots of error.
Now, back in the States, I find myself wanting that same adventure- of doing life different. Because I know it can be done! I’ll be honest, on almost a daily basis I find myself asking, WWGD: “What would Grandma do?” Before all of this- Hollywood, iPads, Starbucks, blenders- what did they do? And why have we strayed so far from it, only to long for it again?
Which brings me to today.
As we bumble through raising a little girl I find myself wanting to raise her in a simpler world. I want her to know the joys of playing in the rain, making pie crust from scratch, pulling carrots out of her own garden. I want her to know that the abundant life does not just happen- it cannot be pulled off a rack and sold at 33% off retail. It takes work. It takes time. It takes togetherness. And there is much joy in the journey- if we would only slow down long enough to take it.
In this journal I hope to honestly & wittingly present one Kansas girl’s journey to live a simpler life in a modern world. I’ll share sub-par sewing projects. I’ll cook things that may (or may not) taste as good as I hope. I’ll attempt DIY projects. I’ll kill plants. I’ll discipline poorly. I’ll muse a lot about yesterday & family & God. But most of all, I’ll live & enjoy living.
So please don’t come to my house and be disappointed by my Kindle Fire or my food processor or my HE washer/dryer. Don’t berate me for letting my husband fall asleep to the lullaby of SportsCenter. Or letting my daughter play with my smartphone. But do join me as I seek to rediscover a simpler life and make it part of my own.
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