I going to do it. I am. One day I’m going to snap and go all Henry David Thoreau. I will abandon all my possessions, build a cabin in the woods and have one chair made of tree limbs one pot to cook in and a bed of leaves. That’s it.
Think of the bliss! The freedom! I won’t step on a Lego or a Hot Wheel ever again. I won’t have my soul crushed by laundry. I won’t want to crawl in a hole when I see a stack of paper two feet high on my kitchen table. I won’t have to deal with repair men for broken appliances or plumbers for clogged pipes. I won’t spend an afternoon cleaning out a closet when all I wanted was a tote bag which is buried under every shoe, hat, and shin guard in the free world. I won’t make piles of “give-away,” “garage sale,” “attic,” and “trash.” I won’t buy more stuff to organize the stuff I already have. I won’t be embarrassed that my children say, “I already have this” at a birthday party or Christmas. I won’t bump my hip on the corner of a shelf and break 20 things as they cascade to the floor. I won’t marvel at the quantity of garbage and recycling we produce in a week. I won’t long for a bigger house because ours feels too crowded.
As soon as I figure out how to prevent a fit of sneezing and itchy eyes each time I get a whiff of Mother Nature, I’m totally building that cabin in the woods.