All Quiet on the Western Front

So it’s been a while. I’ve been writing with a <gasp> pen in my <double gasp> paper journal and largely ignoring the inter webs, or, at least, my blog. I changed the name of my Facebook page and have had sincere intentions to get back here to tell about it and to somehow link this blog to my new one, except that I haven’t started the new one yet and all of my ideas are still on paper in my little journal. Sometimes trying to figure yourself out is like that. You have to step back and figure out what you truly enjoy. For me, that actually hasn’t been much. I enjoy drinking decent red table wine, eating steak once a week with a salad, going to the library (ALL THE FREE BOOKS) and sleeping. These are all things (with the exception of good sleep) you can even do with children and without spending ridiculous sums of money (just don’t let the children drink your wine. Or eat your steak. Just make them spaghetti.) I suppose when it is warm again, I will also add in going for long walks.  This is the ultimate goal of “simplicity” right? Find out what makes you tick? Turns out, I’m pretty boring. I still have a houseful of stuff that I could live without and wouldn’t think twice about if it all burned to the ground tomorrow although I would feel bad about the library books turning to ash. But I am not on an all out manhunt to get rid of everything because I have other stuff to do. Like read those books. And sleep. And eat. And drink cheap red wine. Life. Is. Good.