I was starting to feel too “minimalistic,” as if I could not hope to enjoy myself or go anywhere. When I realized that that was how I felt, I knew I was missing the point. The idea isn’t to not go anywhere and not do anything; the idea is to make room for what’s important to me.
The weather today was sucking much less than usual this winter and I felt a huge case of cabin fever. All I wanted to do was go anywhere, anywhere at all. So I did. I went to a local bookstore that I hadn’t been to in months. (Who wants to go anywhere when the wind chill is minus twenty degrees?) It felt absolutely wonderful. It was the most I’ve enjoyed myself in months. I’d needed some stimulation and variety and didn’t know how badly.
Life isn’t about deprivation. It’s about knowing what’s important to you.