The Experiment of Minimalism & My Limited Experience Of It

If you want to know the truth, I've never been into the whole "organic" thing. I thought it was for people trying to make a statement--for people who were trying to get attention. When I became interested in all the health benefits, I'd quietly and secretly add them to my life without advertising their introduction as not to be lumped into the untouchable hippie group. When I was beginning my twenties, and before then, I didn't equate health and being relatively conservative with my diet and the environment God has given us to steward with politics. It wasn't until I became older and became worried that people would think I was "one of those."


Well, I'm not "one of those" in my opinion, but maybe I'm "one of those" to you.


What I can assure you is that I'm "one of those" who cares about my personal environment (my home), my family, my life, and whether or not we're all in a healthy place to grow up. I want my kids to live long healthy, happy lives full of joy and excitement; I want to shove vitamins down their throats and force them to play in the sunshine. I want to limit the time they spend with video games, and insist that they paint and draw pictures. I will insure they get their daily dose of vocabulary practice by enforcing the reading of good literature that is advanced and probably challenges their grade level.


But I'll probably forget to insure math gets the same attention. (Not my strong point...)


I want my life to be full, overflowing, to brim over onto others. What I DON'T want is to be the wrinkly old lady gossiping about others as I cough my lungs out.


The idea is, my life is a neverending process of getting-better-ness. I'm okay with that, I particularly enjoy finding new ways to improve.

I'm the girl you'd see, her nose stuck in a great self-help book. Not because I'm ailed with problems, but because I want all the answers.


And there you have it.