When I decided to live on a sailboat, I began sorting through all my belongings to determine what was necessary, as I expected to only have room for the essentials. I never thought that a nice pair of high heels and the ever famous “little black dress” would be considered a “necessity.” And so, yesterday, I found myself at the World Bar in the luxurious Trump Towers on the arm of a handsome man wearing a suit and tie…in my ratty, six-year old sneakers. “Nice kicks,” someone said to me.
Aside from the discovery that I need to consider finding space on my boat for a dress and nice shoes, I also need to consider something that a friend at the party suggested to me:
Why call it Simplicity? Why specify anything at all? Why label it?
At the start of this “journey toward simplicity” I discovered an extensive canon of literature on the subject, giving Voluntary Simplicity (the official term) a broad and vague definition. Perhaps by choosing this term as the title of my blog, a term that is so broad, its almost as if I haven’t specified much at all.
In short, I’ll need to explore this question further.