Posts Tagged ‘Change’


A New Year’s Revolution: In Search of a Simple Life

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Over the last few days, as the year has been preparing to depart, I have encountered a New Year’s Revolution.

It seems we are becoming a little less enamoured of ushering in the new year with hopeful resolutions.

It is undeniable, however, that change is a current buzz word with commitment as its side-kick.

We all know that we can be richer, thinner, smarter and far more focused on getting the best life possible – we’re just not sure that we actually want to commit to making these changes today.

After all, change is complicated.

And against the many measuring sticks that surround us, it is pretty obvious that it is the whole kit and caboodle – and not just our hips – that need an overhaul.

And so, despite the ever-present reminders in the media, urging us to wrap our new year in a commitment to spend, most people seem a little jaded by all the commotion.

Instead of a call to arms to change our lives beyond recognition, the revolution is a quiet one: many of us, it seems, just want a simple life.

Life Made Simple

As Confucius so aptly put it, “Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.”

The reality is that we can choose to make our lives less complicated.

Life can – and will – hurl complications at us, but we don’t have to react to these events in a complicated manner.

Fleeting relationships, temporary jobs, dips in the economy, absent friends…

Do these things really need to be entangled in complications?

If we simplified our reactions to events that affect us, would we have a greater chance of happiness and contentment?

Spoilt for Choice

Is the gloss of bettering ourselves wearing off?

Is the love affair with curbing our excesses and celebrating our successes drawing to a close?

It’s unlikely.

But it does seem that we are becoming weary of the complications associated with self improvement.

And maybe that is an unavoidable side-effect of being spoilt for choice. In our freedom-infused society, we are awash with choice and many of us baulk at making decisions that once were almost automatic.

What may have once been a simple choice – a sensible nutrition plan involving the five food groups or the best way to get yourself a promotion at work – is now a maze of opportunities and expectations.

One wrong turn and you’ll end up with a taut pay-packet and a bulging backside.

Four Little Steps to Simplicity

And yet the process to simplifying your life is appropriately simple.

  1. Work out where the complexity lies – Too many commitments? Too much stress? Not enough down-time? Not enough motivation?
  2. Decide what you can do without – Some complications are part of life, but others just hitch a ride. If a complexity exists because you’ve allowed it to form rather than because it needs to be part of your life, toss it out.
  3. Take action to embed the simple alternative – Voids don’t work very well in reality, so if a simple alternative exists – the nice man for the bad boy or the morning walk in the park over the twelve-month, platinum gym membership – then make it a part of your life today.
  4. Develop strategies to avoid future complications – Get into the habit of identifying complexities before they develop. We all have weaknesses for different complications – involving ourselves in others’ affairs or taking on the work project that has “challenging” stamped all over it – and we need to train ourselves to avoid them.

And so, as the sun goes down on the first day of the new year, my hopeful resolution is not about kicking a habit or climbing a ladder, but about working hard to create a simple life.

I wish you the very best of good luck with your own 2008 revolution.


An Inspired Retirement on Sunset Boulevard

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This is the first guest post on this site and very appropriately, it is by my mum Anne.

Mothers are often the greatest inspiration in their daughter’s life. My mum is no different except that she inspires me on so many levels above and beyond being a very special parent: as a wife, daughter, sister, teacher and friend.

Calm in all things, generous to everyone and perfectly content in her skin, each day I become more aware of how lucky my sisters and I were to be gifted with such a mum.

Having also been a positive influence in the lives of countless school children, my mum retired from primary teaching earlier this year.

She is finding her feet in this world beyond serving others and as she looks to the horizon (the picture above is an artist’s impression of the view from our family home), she shares these words with us….

Simone always says that when one door closes, another opens.

It was very difficult at first, but as I look back over the first three months of retirement I am able to examine my daily round and find golden moments embedded in the days gone by.

Highlights have included:

  • Watching two baby magpies fledge from their nest in the pine tree on the median strip in front of our home. Their plaintive cries have led to us rescuing one from our pool, watching them waddle onto the road following the adult birds and exulting in their new found flying skills;
  • Knitting a T-shirt for my six-year-old grandson’s stuffed monkey. He thinks sewing a few stitches is knitting, so I’ve been able to avoid digging out my knitting needles;
  • Driving my car towards a perfectly formed rainbow which traveled in front of me all of the way into the city;
  • Walking the four kilometers’ round trip with my husband, who is recovering from a knee replacement; walking down to the beach, along the boardwalk and back takes us about forty minutes;
  • A snake slithered out of the sand dunes towards our house until, deterred by dive bombing wattle birds, he headed back as quickly as he came;
  • My irascible, aged mother has been in and out of hospital and the wonderful nursing staff continue to willingly care for her, and
  • Finally, for several nights in a row, no matter how late the hour I went to the sink by the window overlooking the trees, a bird would sing to me. I experimented to see if he thought the light was the morning sun, but it did not influence his song if it was already off or on. I had an image of my window being his goldfish bowl and I the pet swimming within.

He has gone away lately, but for a few nights he brought cheerfulness to my life.

I look forward to the next new visitor to my window.

As we move inexorably towards another Christmas period with all of the implications of family and togetherness, I send you greetings.

Anne Martin