The #1 Rule is There Are No Rules
I own a beautiful mahogany Baby Taylor guitar–it’s vintage, I’m told–that I can’t play.
My brain has the capacity for lots of new things, but apparently learning the guitar as an adult isn’t one of them.
I also own a custom-made, single-speed cruising bike that is black and gold, like the colors of my alma mater, the University of Missouri. It even has a special logo-painted seat cover but I can’t ride my beauty very far since we’ve moved to a neighborhood with hills. My knees are getting too old, I think.
Both items are currently for sale on Craigslist. I’ve changed my mind about owning them and I’ve reached a point in my life where I don’t like having a lot of stuff around me. I would much rather have experiences than own stuff.
There are two exceptions–books and sea shells.
I have LOTS of both.
Way too many rules.
Several years ago, I left most everything I own in a house in Missouri as I began the new experience of living my life in Texas.
I loaded my car and a U-Haul with my desk, clothes, books, boxes of memories and my aging cat.
I drove away from all the old same-old, same-old rules in my life.
The rules were unspoken, but the just-under-the-surface agreement seemed to be that Monday through Friday were spent working hard so that the paycheck would cover the cost of the accumulating stuff.
Do you ever feel like you’re working your butt off just so you can pay the installments on your stuff?
Weekends in my old life were spent taking care of the coveted stuff–namely the big house and the bigger yard. Then, there’s all the errands . . .
Don’t forget to throw in the regular (and for me, seldom negotiable) commitments, obligations and command performances.
I got so tired of rules.
Now there’s only one rule.
It’s been almost four years since I drove my car south on I-35 with only a few possessions. Yes, I’ve managed to gather a few new ones but I try to only buy what I really need or will use.
For the most part, my stuff no longer rules me.
Instead, my sweetie and I travel a lot. When we’re in town, we love to explore our metropolitan area. In fact, just yesterday, we headed out to a Cajun festival complete with tons of boiled crawfish, or mud bugs, as my sweetie calls them (she’s a Cajun born in New Orleans).
Life is now about having adventures, about experiencing the unique flavors of our days and most of all, about being fully present to whatever is in front of us.
The overriding rule of our life together is there are no rules.
It’s a pretty nifty place to be; life is full of riches much more valuable than mounds of stuff.
As the Outback commercial goes, “No rules, just right.”
I couldn’t agree more.
P.S. I also have a nice Briggs & Riley black briefcase listed on Craigslist, if you’re interested. Just sayin’ . . .