Old shoes

While relaxing after lunch having our coffees, I saw that the stitching on the nose of my shoe is coming undone. Might be a sign normally that it is time to toss this pair and get a new one. But in that moment, it reminded me of how much I have.

We have been traveling full time for three years and depending on hotels and restaurants for everything other than the clothes on our backs. Transitioning into living in a camper proved to me just how many “things” we need to sustain ourselves. Even when trying to keep it to a minimum, to maintain a level of comfort, all of a sudden you go from a medium sized suitcase and a backpack to quite literally a truck full of things.

Yet everyday I find that I need so very little in life.

I’m not a minimalist and I like my things but my sense of comfort gets so bloated that it becomes difficult to distinguish the actual need or simple want from the insatiable consumerist urge.

Though the more I spend happy days walking around in my shoe with the ever-so-slightly-undone nose, the more I become aware where my happiness actually comes from.