Today I read these words from my friend Kirrily at Sunny Side Up: “and I could feel again the immense amounts of unnecessary we are all weighed down with.” Kirrily so often gets it right.
As I read that line, something inside me shifted. Something turned.
How much of life is made up of the unnecessary. All the things we do because of all the things we have. Every day, bolts of time spent on rituals and routines and doing that really go nowhere. Same hair washed and pressed daily. Same clothes worn and washed and dried and folded and ironed and put away and worn. Repetition, please and thank you, gossip me, pots bubbling, beds made, opinion given and scrub and scrub and scrub.
New stuff in, old stuff out, turn it on, turn it off, building and building into a giant, rancid, sweating pile of time.
Not just the doing but the thinking.
Thinking that worry alone will change the path of your own life, your children’s lives, the world’s life. Scenario after scenario after scenario runs through our head, all of it made up; exposed, eroding and lonely as the night. None of it ever lives outside our own head because in the end whether we worry about it endlessly or never think of it at all, what is just is.