How My Appliances Taught Me to Appreciate the Simple Life

Ah, the days of yore, yesteryear, and days gone by. How grand those days must have been. I reminisce about days I have never seen, wishing I’d been part of them, looking back as if those days were the answers to my busyness and stress.

But I wonder, would the people back then agree? If I brought them into today’s world, and they saw my appliances and the spa down the street, would they think my life was harder than theirs? I’m guessing not.

They had stresses, diseases, too, and often no doctor nearby. They fought for food, land, and survival. They hunted, and drove horses, sometimes for days, just to find provisions.

We have been given a good life, and a great era. Sometimes I forget how lucky I am.

The other day, I took out my blender and food processor and placed them on the counter, and for a second, I felt a twinge of guilt. As I prepared to make my own milk, I thought about people long ago, how they milked cows in the wee hours of the morning, and how long of a process it must have been. I placed cashews in the blender, added water, and in two minutes I had a quart of milk.

Dates and nuts were dropped in the food processor, with a touch of cinnamon and a little coconut. In no time, a ball formed, which I removed and pressed into bars. I wondered about people before, if they searched for nuts, and what they did when they found them.

I turned on my dishwasher with the push of a button, dropped clothes in the washer, and warmed my tea in the microwave. I didn’t have to hand wash each item, or wait for a kettle to warm over a fire.

My life is simple, just the way I like it, filled with modern conveniences, giving me time to do what I want. But simplicity has a different meaning for everyone.

For some, simplicity is living on a farm, growing food and keeping animals; some make clothing with loving hands; some bake bread; some fish in the sea. For some, the simple life is not worrying about any of those things. I am one of those people.

Farm living, it’s not for me. It’s the place I love to visit, the place I dream to be. But put me on a farm, and I won’t know what to do. I am not creative with a sewing machine, and never place a needle in my hand. I can’t bake bread to save my life. And if you ask me to bait a hook, I will probably run away.

I admire those who till land and farm the earth, who mix bread by hand, and are patient enough to wait for it to rise. But my life, it’s better with appliances. Appliances bring me joy. My blender makes me happy. It takes away my stress.

If you are searching for the simple life, look no further than your own home. Simplicity isn’t about removing appliances for minimalism sake. It isn’t letting go of bread machines to mix it all by hand, though if that’s what you want, that is fine, too.

Simplicity is what you makes you happy, the joy that sits inside you when you know what you are doing, is exactly what you want to do.

Simplicity is whatever makes life easy for you.

What is your idea of the simple life?

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