I guess I could sit here and work out some clever formula to calculate this ratio but I just don’t have the time.
Again my choice of a slow, simple life brings me a conundrum.
I used to live in the city where school and shops were closer, I had domestic help to clean my house and clothes, as well as an automatic washing machine and dishwasher. I had someone to do my gardening. I even had help most days with the cooking. I could buy pretty things too.
Now I still work a full day, my driving distances are further to school and shops, I do my own cleaning, wash dishes by hand, and I have a twin tub washing machine that demands a little more attention than an automatic. I also have to do the garden although, because it is mostly wild, this just entails keeping the pool clean and sweeping the paving and of course my vegetable garden. I also do the cooking. On top of all this I am now doing way more art, learning to make cheese and grow food and make things from scratch.
Autumn + bush + sand + storm + a swimming pool = mess
So now I sit and wonder why I thought I had a hectic life? What did I do besides my job? Why was I always looking for a better way of life?
I would never have thought that all the washing and cleaning and cooking would make me a happier person but it has. I am financially poorer and way busier albeit in a very beautiful part of the world. Things that never appealed to me take up much of my day – and I am happier for it. I am physically much more active and I can look back at everything I do with a sense of achievement and satisfaction. It’s a busy, very basic life – and its good.
I have had to make some concessions – I live with a little more dust, and my cottages only get a good cleaning once a week. Some weekends I skip some tasks, and they just have to wait. It’s about being more flexible too.