As the summer solstice approaches, there’s a fullness to the length of the days, in the leafiness of trees and the blossoming of flowers. And yet this can be undermined so easily by a sense of dissatisfaction, if I let it. In a world filled with bottomless invitations to consume, how do we find that feeling of satisfaction that supports our wellbeing?
I've embraced alot of simplicity in recent years: less busyness, less achievement-chasing, less stress, less stuff, less plastic, less time online. In all these areas, I've found that simplifying helps me to find the 'just enough' that feels good. But some things can't be made simple.