Since becoming a Romantic Minimalist I have nothing to say. I should clarify that statement. The topics of conversation have become more clear to me since turning to minimalism. There is little meaningful conversation out there these days. Talk falls into some common categories.
Busy busy busy
“Gosh I’ve been busy.”
“Oh yes, life is so hectic isn’t it?”
“There is never enough time to do it all.”
“I said I would bake cookies for the whole class. Ugh.”
“The teenagers won’t do their own laundry.”
“I’ll be up all night getting that project done.”
Clutter and Cleanliness
“I don’t know where to store more stuff.”
“Picking up after the family never ends.”
“There isn’t enough space in our house.
Maybe we should buy a bigger one.”
“The stress of the bills is overwhelming.”
“We can’t afford anything right now.”
“We just refinanced the Harley to pay for the boat.”
“Did you see that____________________? I just have to have it!
Whatever happened to having conversations about history, art, and our dreams?
I’m sending my best friends New Years cards.
In them I am graciously requesting
Meaningful conversations this next year
And for them to omit these categories above.
They know me well enough to understand my point.
Time is precious. Too precious not to
Have meaningful conversations.
I’m fine with silence but I miss my friends.