Bringing the island home has been hard. Much harder than I anticipated. In fact, I realize now that to achieve that kind of simplicity and margin I have to fight for it.
Fight, and make some tough decisions.
On the island, those decisions were made for me: limited activities to do, limited volunteer positions to fill, limited things to clean and keep orderly, limited people to push for my time and energy.
At home, while I appreciate the fact that we do have options and more opportunities, I also lament how all of those options begin to suck me into the vortex of life, back to a place full of demands. A life that says “Busy must mean you’re important” and “If you have the time and/or space, why not?” Suddenly I become a slave to my calendar and activities, the ding of another email coming through, and people requiring my attention or time or ability. Not that I don’t want to give of those things, but I switch allegiance from my true Master to a slave driver who ties my worth to what I do.
Which leaves me with some tough decisions. How can I reduce the noise in my life so I can hear what my Lord is saying? What do I need to stop doing in order to make room for what He wants me to do? What physical things do I need to get out of my house that keep me from seeing Him? How can I dig my heels in and not get sucked back into the vortex of life?