I woke up this morning to a great post on white space from zen habits. I first learned about the name of this concept in studio art classes, but it has been a part of my life since childhood. My father and I each have an annoyingly OCD habit of adjusting the space between objects compulsively until it feels right. And then not being able to have them in any other position.
Reading about white space again this morning consolidated a lot of the thoughts I've been having over recent days about what I want out of my life and out of this journey on a simpler path. I confessed to my husband the other day that I'm extremely happy with the way my life is right now. I love my apartment and my job. I'm getting back to my healthy self after a couple of weeks of healing. But I also want more in just a few small areas of my life. And to get more, I've realized that we have to make do with a lot less.
So, I re-dedicate myself to finding simplicity and white space in all areas of my life. To do that, I need to become a lot more focused and less attached to place. And to things. It's a small shift, but from this morning's realization, I hope will come great change.