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The Simple Life

Isn't it funny how sometimes the simplest things can be the most interesting?

In January I mentioned my focus for this year: simplicity. 
I have the words "live simply" written on my bathroom mirror in the hopes that I remember to reflect an image of simplicity and in all my daily happenings focus on clearing clutter and rejoicing over even the simplest victories. 
[Side note: how many times can I use the root "simple" in a sentence, a lot apparently.]

To this end, Chris and I have made some changes in our lives. 
Instead of spending lots of money (and calories) eating out often, we now make a menu on Sunday afternoons and go to the grocery store once a week. Not only does this simplify our precious after-work time, but it lets us spend more stress free time together...cooking and eating! 
We also gave up our gym membership last year and instead use online workout videos in combination with the great outdoors to get our exercise in. 
We planted a garden and enjoy watching our efforts grow!
I've been playing my piano a lot more and working on the ukulele. 
Chris has found joy in working on his RX-7 and organizing the garage. 

Life can get so hectic with finances, work schedules, social pressure, meetings, bills, commitments, travelling, rocket science, what-ifs, and should-do's. 

I like making room for the simple. 

How are your New Year's Resolutions or Goals going?

The "Field of Light" in downtown Houston. It's funny how blobs of color changing lights can be so beautiful. 

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