Maybe it was a different era, or maybe my family was really different.
Wait, both of those are definitely true.
Growing up, it seemed that everything had a value attached to it.
Nothing happened that did not get a “good” or “bad” label. Every event, every report card, every choice had to be categorized.
This week, I have a cold. And a we are having yet another winter storm.
This gave me an opportunity to read a book (more on that topic later) over an enforced three-day weekend. This wasn’t even the topic of the book, but it crystallized one very important thing that I am working on simplifying in my life.
Most things don’t need to be labelled.
That is one huge thing off my to do list every day.
Good thing for the cold and the storm.
photo credits: Richard West, Ariel Grimm