
This morning I was laying in bed, wishing I was a turtle. I want to draw my legs and arms into a small place. The darkness sounds inviting. I imagine the minimalistic life that turtle’s experience must be very calming. No matter where they go, they have everything they need. So in a sense, whenever they move, they are always moving their entire life to a different location. Can you imagine?
I’ve been reading “Cozy Minimalist Home” by Myquillyn Smith. This book can be found here. Everything about this book makes sense, as it explains everything I’m doing wrong. My world feels messy, chaotic, and overwhelming. Those are all pretty much the same adjective but you get my point. It’s early & I am drinking more creamer than coffee.
It’s very tempting to curl back up into a ball, get under the covers, and try to disappear from the world. My eyes are puffy and tired. I always make the bed though to help demolish the desire to revisit my previous horizontal position. Instead, I’m settling on chewing on my hair and feeling like a ball of anxiety. Yesterday, I gave my neighbors a lot of things I did not want in an effort to help with such anxiety. Just as the minimalist book says, I need to make my surroundings more quiet. The more items that are in a room, the louder it becomes. My surroundings are pretty much screaming at me. Along with my emotions & thoughts. So theres that.
The world is currently still social distancing. So in a way, we are all turtles inside our houses. I definitely crave protection and security which I often find myself becoming depleted of. I stay burned out from just trying to live. It’s ironic how security can actually become suffocating though if you spend too much time inside of it. Walls close in and defeat is your only friend. I guess this is God’s way of saying that we must get out and live, experience, and feel. Security is a survival mechanism that I know I overuse greatly in my life.


