“Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.”
For most of my seven decades, the complexities of each day demanded more than I could give. Reflecting on it all, I managed to do the right thing 25-35% of the time. I think.
The rest of it I made a royal mess of.
So, as I move through the twilight years, simplicity has become my ataraxia. Single syllables. Life is surprisingly easy when the madness and caprice is eliminated.
Recently we engaged in a mission that required time, money, and decisions. We don’t have a lot of time and very little money. As for decisions, especially those that relate to color and style, I’ve developed a fondness for procrastination.
So…………….the task of remodeling the RV with new furniture, a new floor, and new curtains as well as repairing the integrity of our structure destroyed by years at a gate in the oil patch took on a daunting vastitude.
Somehow we muddled through it all.
Despite thousands of dollars, several weeks, and hundreds of miles, the crown jewel of it all, for me, is something very simple.
A porcelain sink.
It is the one thing I did myself. I measured myself. I went to Lowes myself. I selected a new sink myself. I installed it myself.
It wasn’t hard to do. Actually, it was very simple. And it was only $39. The least expensive repair we made. But it was the only task I performed and I did good.
My God but I love that porcelain sink. Something I got right.
Frame every so-called disaster with these words: ‘In five years, will this matter?’