I think Ricky Martin had it wrong. While living la vida loca (the crazy life) looks attractive to the bored, I prefer to set my sights on living la vida simple. (the simple life)
As crazy as things seem, feel, or appear– I do live a pretty simple life. A life that is satisfying in its simple pleasures.
Weekends give glimpses into these pleasures.
- Near agenda-less. There are things to do, but it’s far from the frantic pace of Monday – Friday.
- Sleeping in. (That means until 6:30, pretty lame, but that’s as late as I can sleep.)
- Going to the farmers market and discovering new smells and flavors. (Our kids suddenly love pomegranates)
- Sharing the intimacy of talking about nothing with Kristen over a cup of tea.
- Watering, weeding, and pruning in the garden.
- Spending way too much time observing your cat hunting or the hummingbirds feeding.
- Lounging in our pajamas well past 9 am.
- Staying up late to watch a movie.
- Walking around Costco to pick up a couple things, but mostly to score samples.
- Taking the dog for a walk.
- Cutting the grass. (Which feels weird to do in November, but our grass just started growing.)
- Debating when the citrus will ripen so we can start gorging on mandarins.
- Wrestling, chasing, and teasing the kids.
It’s funny, isn’t it?
Ironic to be exact.
I struggle to find satisfaction even in these things which are completely satisfying in and of themselves.
And I remind myself:
Life isn’t perfect. Compare the simplicity of these things against the weight of the life I deserve.
Now things start to feel perfectly satisfactory to me.