The simple life… Do you want it?

A couple of weeks ago, someone told me “I just want a simple life …”

At the time, my instant reaction was “I get that, me too”, but the more I thought about it, the more I questioned whether that was true.

I’ve never really been attracted to the ’normal’ label and whilst I crave simplicity, simple just isn’t a word I’d use to describe myself or my life. I started to wonder whether this was self inflicted. Was my life unnecessarily complicated?

Then I realised there is a big difference between complex and complicated.

I am complex in that I am made up of many different and connected parts;  but I am not complicated. I say what I mean and I do what I say.

I’ve always pushed the boundaries of what others thought was ‘possible’. Some friends would say “Why do you want to do that? Why don’t you just get a ’normal’ job” But whose idea of normal? Theirs or mine? I realised early on, I really didn’t want normal. I wanted different. I wanted to plough my own path, not follow someone else’s; even if that path were strewn with obstacles along the way, even if it threw me off course or broke a few bones. I knew it would be worth it.

And I wanted it in every area of my life, not just work.

I wanted it in my friendships and my relationships too. I wanted meaningful, raw, magical … Life is supposed to be lived in technicolour, not magnolia.

The best work we do and the best relationships we have are when we are our truest selves. When we are prepared to truly show up. Be all in. Even if that means failing.

What’s the alternative? Drag yourself out of bed to a job you don’t even like?  Come home every night to a relationship that neither rocks your world nor rocks the boat?

No thanks. I don’t want to be normal or simple, I want to be complex, loyal, passionate, fierce and vulnerable.