I live a minimalist lifestyle, but there was a time when my cluttered schedule in December told a different story. Now I have a new tradition — doing less but with more love. I began to connect to the part of me that craves mental simplicity.
Before, my pattern was to make a list that I didn’t even have to check twice. I was too busy doing. My mother’s-mind had become programmed to think consequentially, in terms of supply and demand. If the cards didn’t get sent out early enough, or if they didn’t go out at all, I graded myself with a holiday F.