When it comes to living simply, I feel like a fraud lately. I deeply desire to live as simply as possible, to even call myself an aspiring minimalist. Yet when I look around my home and at my life, I feel like a fraud.
I know it's a journey and I'm still at the beginning of it. I know I've already come a long way. I know that this is a personal journey ~ one I feel God calling me to.
But right now I feel like I'm going uphill. Everywhere I turn there is stuff. Stuff that needs to be put away. Stuff that needs to be organized. Stuff that is keeping me from doing what I want to do.
I don't need pats on the back letting me know that I need to keep going. I have discipline. I have the will to get there. Sometimes it just helps to admit my weakness.
So right now I feel like a fraud. If you walked through my front door you would likely think that my home is organized and uncluttered. But if you spent a day with me, you would see how much time I spend keeping it / getting it that way. Time I would rather spend doing things that really matter.