Peace & Tranquility

When my husband and I moved into our home in southwest Minneapolis, one corner of our basement became home to a collection of about ten boxes for over a year. I can’t even tell you why. I guess our motivation just dwindled throughout the long process of unpacking. Each time I walked down the stairs to do some laundry or to feed my cats, I’d see all those boxes and just think, Ugh. We really need to take care of that stuff.

by Sheila Zayas

The angry wails of your alarm clock shock you into the day ahead. Almost immediately, the day’s agenda begins to fill space in your head. Drop off the kids; meet Mr. Smith; fundraising luncheon; turn in quarterly report.

Like a river after a storm, activity, people, and deadlines overflow our days. Evenings and weekends look exactly the same. Errands; house work; and is it just me, or does everybody else’s friends and family have birthdays every weekend too?

So much going on, life is a constant bustle of commotion. Even though we have bigger bank accounts, bigger homes, and bigger … read more