Minimalism

Embracing a Simpler Christmas

10.26.17

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It’s not that I hate Christmas, I just don’t love it. I do, however hate what it’s become. Christmas is like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. It’s portrayed as the happiest time of the year filled with gifts, cards, endless get togethers and plenty of eating and drinking. But there’s another side, endless to do lists, feeling like there’s not enough time in the day, not enough money in the bank, not enough left on the credit card limit and not enough energy to keep up with all those things you’ve said yes to. Exhausting!

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Travel

Slow Travel in St Lucia

10.19.17

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St Lucia has been on my to visit list for so long. Ever since I visited Antigua in 2011, I’ve seen the Caribbean islands as something of a checklist – I plan to tick off seeing each and every one. You could say I’ve got a taste for the islands. In terms of minimalistic slow travel, it doesn’t get much slower than the Caribbean and St Lucia is no exception. One lady I met put it perfectly when she said ‘time moves slowly on the island’ – it sure does, and there’s nothing else to do but slow down with it. It’s a good job slow lazy days are my idea of heaven.

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Minimalism

Why minimalism appears to be a man’s world when women need it more

10.13.17

Why women need minimalism white peonies - Jessica Rose Williams

I’ve had a theory for some time now that the minimalism movement favours men. If it’s a topic you’re interested in, you’ll have no doubt noticed that the vast majority of leaders in the field are men. Being the type of person who loves to know the why of everything, it’s a theory I’ve given serious thought to. My question is why are all the thought leaders and loudest voices men when women have the most to gain from living with less?

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Travel

A Carry-On Only Packing List For St Lucia

10.02.17

Carry on only packing list St Lucia - Jessica Rose Williams

We’d driven halfway to the airport, an hour and a half from home, when I realised I’d forgotten my suitcase. I was 11 years old at the time and clearly the responsibility for my own case was too much to handle. Perhaps I’ve always been a light traveller at heart, secretly knowing I didn’t need all the stuff I thought I did. That being said, I still needed fresh clothes to wear and so we promptly turned the car around, went back for my case and miraculously still made the flight. Happy to report I didn’t forget my case this time.

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