Dumb Phones

I've had a smart phone for a LONG time.

Too long.

I thought I was important before I was 20. Now, at 25, I realize I'm not that important. Not important enough to need access to my email and facebook 24/7. In fact, I'm also finding that I don't desire to be that important.

I guess that's not really true. There is a part of me that desires that, or else I wouldn't be so hooked to my phone. But since I can't find a way to have a smart phone and not be attached to it, I think it's time I get rid of it.

The internet is two fold for me. I LOVE Google. Everything about it. I even don't mind that they save my information and then pull up my searches for me so that it's easier for me to find what I already looked for. (That ladies and gentlemen is how lazy I am, but more of that in another post)

I love "Googling" things. When you say, "I wonder how long it would take to skip from New York to San Diego?" I immediately respond with, "I'll Google it."

My 2nd most loved app (right after Facebook) is Google Maps. I can look at maps all day, in fact, I usually do.

Access to those tools is appealing and useful to me.

But, besides that, the internet is usually a black hole for my confidence. Not always in the way of appearance. Usually it comes byway of comparing where I am in life to others; single vs married, buying vs renting a house, career path vs a job.

A little radical? Sometimes. Irrational? All the time.

I've always wanted to be the best. Not at anything particular, just the best. Not just that, I also want the whole world to know. I'm not a private person and sometimes that's good (for the sake of transparency and openness) and sometimes it's downright annoying. Even to my own ears.

With all that said, the point of this post is not to beat down on myself. It is to say that I realize that constant access to everyone else's lives (or least the perfect ones they display on social media) is not always healthy for me.

I think it's time I move on-er uh, move back? I'm talking, back to 2004, to a time where phones were used for talking, the occasional game of "snake" and had cool names like "razor". I'm ready to be freed from the binds of constant comparison and spend that time living my own life.

Here's to finding more ways to simplify life.  *cheers*

Process-less Food

I have spent a good portion of my life being sick. I have been to countless doctors, some who believe me and others who didn't waste any time on me. The symptoms are plentiful and generic; frequent fevers, chronic fatigue, sore muscles, achy joints, headaches, the ability to have bronchitis for 9 months straight. You name it.

Well, after a lot of frustration, copays, prescriptions and no answers, I gave up. I gave up on conventional medicine to solve my problems. Instead, I started looking at my habits and the way I was living life.

I first changed my sleeping habits. My body has always needed at least 8 hours of sleep a night. Even as a kid, if I got less, meltdowns would happen. Big meltdowns. As I remember this and specifically remember my mother's threats of "no more sleepovers if I'm going to come home acting like this", I decided to put the amount of sleep I get at night as a priority. I always get 8 hours, and sometimes that means going to bed at 8 or 9pm.

I realized that I eat a LOT. Most of it was not good for me. So I tried to tackle this task. I am stubborn and a little lazy when it comes to changing habits, so I knew that starting small and building was the only way I would be successful.

First, I gave up caffeine for a couple months. It was hard. I had a headache for a month straight. I saw some change, but not enough to figure that that was the only issue.

Next, I eliminated gluten from my diet.

This one was tough, but after a month or so, I noticed big changes. More energy, less achiness and fewer headaches.

After more reading and I was convinced that it wasn't as much about gluten or sugar or caffeine as much as it's about the overly processed stuff. My grandmother raised her children eating bread and butter and mashed potatoes and my dad is one of the most in shape people I know.

Why did he get to eat all of that "crap" (by today's standards) and turn out okay?

Because it wasn't processed.

I'm not talking about buying organic, I'll take it one step farther. I'm talking homemade, home grown, processed only in the home food. I don't usually believe in the "organic" movement. That food touches a lot of hands and conveyor belts and without being there in person, I can't say for sure that it is organic. (There's my trust issue coming out).

I realize that is not a revolutionary post. Clean eating is all the rage right now.

There is the rule of thumb that when grocery shopping, you should stick to the outside perimeter or the store. I abide by this for the most part. And I have noticed the difference. When eating breads and sweets, I eat only ones that have been made by scratch by someone I know.

I believe that the way of previous generations is the way to go in regards to food. Heck, I feel that way about fashion and music as well.

With all of that to say, this is partly where the inspiration for the blog started. I want to have a place to record recipes I have found and take notes about transitioning to a simpler life.

Gardening

Last year was my first real experience with a garden.

I loved it.

I was working at the restaurant when we decided to tackle the 40 already made boxes that we had in the front of my house (I lived next door).

My dad sometimes kept a garden while my brother and I were growing up. Whether we had a full garden or not, we ALWAYS had cherry tomato plants on the front yard.

I look forward to the planning and organizing and simplicity of it. Gardens are a lot of work, but for now, in the middle of the winter, I choose to live in a dreamland where crop killing stink bugs and weeds don't exist.

Even in the right mood, I find weeding enjoyable. It's a rewarding and gratifying task as the before and after is usually drastic.

Here is a look at the garden we had last year in front of my house. I plan to plant a lot of the same vegetables and herbs this year.

Spaghetti Squash taking over

Jalapenos! 

I'm not a huge fan of Basil in it's raw state, but I enjoy Pesto

Signs I made for the garden. LOVED this project and I loved the convenience of having one outside of each box.

Sewing

I've always wanted to learn how to sew.

I knew how to once upon a time. In a time where schools had home-ec classes and I learned to make tissue holders and locker caddies.

But that was years ago, and I was in middle school, so I didn't care much about it then. And even if I did, I was too cool to admit it.

Recently I've wanted to re-learn and become efficient enough at it that I could make some gifts or at least hem pants. When your 5'2" the ability to hem pants is a necessity.

A friend of mine's mom is an excellent sewer. She can make anything from scratch. She can hem, fix, take in, let out any piece of clothing you have.

A couple of weeks ago, I asked if she would be willing to teach me how to sew. She said yes and we picked a date.

We started at 3:30pm with Mrs. G taking us to JoAnn's and helping us pick out a pattern. We got back to the house and began cutting out patterns and fabric (which takes a long time!).

We got both sewing machines fired up and began sewing.

By 11pm, I was only 3/4ths of the way through. The last couple steps are easy compared to what I've already accomplished but there was no way I was going to finish at a decent hour. I felt my patient slipping.

We decided to call it quits.

Below you'll see a little preview. I plan to go back later this week or next week to finish up the project.

Would you look at that, the pattern of my new apron matches my blog design. Well, well, well.

The Story

I discovered a song on MySpace (what!?) that resonated with my heart so soundly that even still, when I hear the song for the first time in a while, I tear up.

The theme of the song is about a pilgrim on a journey. The song never says where they're going, but it focuses on the journey and encourages the pilgrim to keep moving.

You can find the song here.


This journey started 10 years ago.

I did things a little differently when I was coming of age.

I gave up a hefty scholarship to college to pursue an unpaid internship at my church.

I packed up my stuff and moved to China to help a friend with a ministry she was running.

I gave up a corporate job with benefits and paid time off to run a restaurant in my home town because it sounded interesting.

I don't have a college degree. Some days, it's not something I'm proud of. Most days, I realize that I've done more since I've graduated high school than most adults have done in their lives. Did I mention that I have no student loans?

I have a way of unintentionally bucking the system in my search to find a career or job that fills the oh so oddly shaped void.

Well, this season is no different. I left the restaurant because of some things that were going on internally within the company. That job was the closest I had been to finding my niche. I feel that I am currently in a time of transition as I wait until the next step is revealed.

I have realized over the last year my desire for simplicity. I want to give up my smart phone and grab a book, I want to not be dependent on the grocery store and go out to the garden for what I need.

I'm not quite sure how this fits into my story yet, but the Lord is opening some doors.

My plan is for this blog to be about this next stage, about my pilgrimage. I am not good at documenting what's going on and I sit here now wishing I had been better at that through the years. There are a couple of artifacts from past seasons but not enough.

So here's to there "being enough".