I have a propensity to overcomplicate things. Spring reminds me of the wisdom of simplicity.
Breathing morning air, spending an hour or so on the deck with a book, puttering in the garden (watering with a nozzle on the hose), these things fill me with gentle joy and gratitude.
A simple salad of garden fresh spinach, radishes, Aerogarden tomatoes, and a most delicious vinaigrette made with blood orange infused olive oil and strawberry infused balsamic vinegar; paired with baked trout.
A comment from my husband about the individual components of our supper, and how we both had a hand in the hunting and the gathering.
Simple. Happy.
I notice too that I overthink and therefore complicate.
There is something wonderful in the simple and how delightful it can be.
Thanks for your beautiful reflections every day.
https://medium.com/@tammybreitweiser/a-guide-to-quarterly-reflection-1e01d56c8137
I like your practice of a regular reflection and looking back over how you spent your time and focus, Tammy. It can be a good tool to use to begin clearing away those things that no longer serve, and making space for those simple soul-filling things.
This weekend I finally had some yard/ garden time. It felt so good!
There’s nothing quite like it, is there? Let’s hope for much more of the same in the coming months.
Overthinking often leads to overanalyzing, another form of overcomplicating. My stepdaughter pointed my overanalyzing out to me years ago during her adolescence. I pulled back the reins on the overanalyzing in order to build a good relationship with her, but the overthinking is still with me on a daily basis.
Ah yes, over analyzing—or paralysis of analysis, as we called it in the corporate world. That’s a vortex that can be easy to get sucked in to hard hard to crawl out of.
I much prefer the simple things, as you do. I love to sit on my patio to watch a stellar sunrise or sunset. I love to stop and smell the flowers. I stop to watch the squirrels play. I jump in puddles (oh yes, I do). It’s the simple things, family, that makes life worth living.
You choose the better things in these, Karen. And I love that you jump in puddles! I’ve been known to do the same. 🙂