The Silver Platter

Our world had gotten itself into a bit of a situation. One she couldn’t (and by she, I mean we) figure out how to get out of.

The situation was a conglomeration of things.

Too much yes. Not enough no.

Too much pressure to get into quote unquote good schools. Which led to pressure on moms to enroll their children in activities and summer camps and sign them up for tutoring lessons and college credit classes.

Too much noise. The constant buzzing of our phones in our back pocket. The constant notifications about stuff that we don’t need to know all the time. Lighting is 20 miles away. Trump tweeted this. Sarah liked your photo. LOFT sent you an email.

Too much stuff. Too much shopping.

Too much drinking. Finding the bottom of a wine bottle to drown out the noise and the stuff and the pressure and the hurrying.

Too much going. Not enough sitting.

Too much debt. From all those online carts to all those Amazon hauls to all those fancy vacations to that monster of a house.

Our souls know deep down that we don’t need more to survive. We need less. Less is where we thrive.

Less stuff.

Less house.

Less appointments.

Less shuffling our children all over the place.

Less convenience.

Less fast food.

Less eating out.

Less junk.

Less moving and shaking and hurrying and rushing.

Less watching others live their life while deeply resentful that ours don’t match up.

And so they conspired together, our soul and our world that is. They devised a mysterious masterful plan. They threw a cog in the wheel and the whole thing shut down.

Your soul found a lantern dug way down deep under all that mess and decided to shine it’s light so bright. In an effort to guide you back to self.

I want you to decide what is worth rushing back to. And what isn’t.

It is on a silver platter. I hope you don’t miss it.