Today’s the longest day of the year, the summer solstice. We’re about to hit the road. We kicked off the season a little early with an outdoor adventure and a mammoth rock concert too.
What if not every moment in life had a purpose? In fact, what if we set aside moments whose purpose was no purpose at all? In short, what if we created more white space around ourselves?
Sometimes, doing the right thing isn’t the easy thing. My trip to work Wednesday morning might be the perfect illustration of the point.
I ran the Rock ‘n’ Roll Half Marathon yesterday. At 8:35 a.m., on a 30-degree day, surrounded by thousands of others, I was literally chasing minimalism down the middle of a downtown DC street.
I took a sabbatical for the past few weeks. Not just from this blog, but from social media too. I’ve returned to tell the tale.
I haven’t had a TV set in my house in about a decade. Last weekend, for about 10 minutes, I wished I did.
Just before sitting down to write these words, I finished reading a book and handed it off to my mother-in-law. So tonight’s the perfect time to talk about how books come into our lives and stay there.
I reclaimed my nightstand this weekend. I had two goals for doing it: bust clutter and continue getting my electronics under control. Paradoxically, it took more electronics to do this.
Greetings from Michigan, where we’re cozily spending this holiday night in a stranger’s driveway (with permission of course.)