Convenience

We finally got a sunny day, so before we left for town, we washed some clothes and hung them out to dry. A few hours later when we got back home, the clothes we hung out were already dry. I love the convenience of a dryer as much as anyone. But the smell and freshness of clothes hung on the line can’t be beat. You may think that romanticizing about doing without is just a way to justify one’s poverty. Hell, you may be right. But once you embrace a circumstance, it makes the inconvenience a bit more tolerable.

I sometimes miss the rat race; I could also miss the convenience of having a golf cart. But I sure don’t miss the racket either one makes or that damn gas smell. Life is what you make it. For a long time after my first heart attack, I had no energy to do anything. But over time I’ve regained some of that energy through walking and mindfulness. Making the most of out the menial task I had to do. With reasoning and acceptance most disabilities become second nature. The same can be said for money and status.
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Sitting here in the bright crisp winter sun, I’m not missing warmer weather or a full bank account. Not even a clothes dryer. What I would miss is the peace and serenity that I’m currently feeling. If my life were only about getting ahead and the desire of more power. What a sad, burdensome life it would be. So much sadness drives by this corner lot every day. It’s a wonder anyone can still think or even reason. Don’t let the world temp you with convenience. When breathing and awareness are all we really need.