I like getting old. I’m not one of those people that will always be “29”. I embrace my age and all of the accumulated knowledge that comes with it. I tolerate my wrinkles…the graying hair…slips in my mental capacity…and even those brown spots that seem to pop up sometimes overnight?! But…
The older I get, the more aware I am at how we are living…or in some cases, existing. How we are slaves to a political battlefield and a consumer driven, greed crazed hierarchy.
We are becoming insane.
At 44 I feel my closet is so full of “soapboxes” that every time I engage in an actual real conversation, I look in there to see how many I can stand on, and when I turn around the person is running the other way. No one wants to listen, it’s easier to not care, to remain ignorant. I know this because I float in and out of this stage myself. When I was travelling I broke free from the illusion that American culture brainwashes us with…but it didn’t take all that long for me to fall back into it.
The bottom line is that we need to start living with intention…beginning with:
- Putting down the electronics and interacting with the people around us, loved ones and strangers alike.
- Shopping with needs in mind instead of wants.
- Thinking about the stuff that you surround yourself with…what things are overflowing in your closet that other people may actually need.
- Teaching our kids about where our food comes from, where our waste goes and how all this impacts not only our community but our planet.
Since I’ve been downsizing I’ve had a lot of people tell me that they have begun doing the same…not all happily I might add. The other day a friend of mine told me that while shopping she came across a pair of red cowboy boots that she wanted to buy, as she debated the purchase a voice was nagging at her in the back of her head “do you really need those?”. That voice was mine…she walked out empty handed saying “damn you Heidi Lutz”…but at least my friends are being more intentional!
Tis the Season
Heidi & Sam