Living simply does not mean you decant quinoa into glass jars and your medicine cabinet is free of Pepto Bismol. It does not mean you wear the same moccasins daily, or that you have long wavy hair and a flower crown and you frolic in the field by day and when the moon rises, look, there is a dreamcatcher beside your bed.
Sometimes it does.
Other times, living simply looks like frozen pizza on a Tuesday night and eating three slices of mushroom on paper plates with a stack of scratchy napkins nearby.
When my scale tips from manageable to busy, dinner is the first to fly out the window. My mind is elsewhere, and we have had breakfast for dinner like, three days in a row? I cannot muster the strength to fry another egg.
Frozen pizzas, then. Sausage or mushroom?
Living simply sometimes means choosing to forgo a deep-rooted value in order to honor another deep-rooted value.
Pizza does not offer me nutritious energy (deep-rooted value), but neither does powering through a busy day to tackle a homemade dinner that will be served out of exhaustion, or stress, or resentment (another deep-rooted value).
Even that artisan mac and cheese with chorizo and roasted poblano peppers tastes like cardboard when served with a frenzied heart.
And so, grace. Living simply means pizza, with grace. It means breakfast for dinner, with grace. It means silencing the voices that say you are only as good as your last chore, only as healthy as your last meal, only as important as your last errand.
Only as simple as the flower crown you wear.
Living simply might mean a pantry full of ingredients like tahini, or capers, or coconut oil.
Or it might mean a drawer full of take-out coupons and a freezer stocked with pepperoni.
Pizza, then. With grace.