The “old” way

carolyn chebaro less is moreRecently, Miss Evie and I, she is the one smiling in the picture, took a dander up to West Palm Beach.

[ You might of heard of West Palm Beach as a certain president has a home up there.]

I love the drive up to this eastern coast of Florida.There are some pretty cool views of the Atlantic Ocean. If I close my eyes I can see them in my mind’s eye now as I type. Life slows down driving up that two lane road for me.

Relaxation.

The journey is about 1 ½ hours.

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There is an elegant street in West Palm Beach called Worth Avenue. Every chic designer shop

Can be found lining the tree lined street there:, YSL,Tiffany, Brooks Brothers … the lot. Off the main thoroughfare are snazzy shops and eateries. The appearance and ambiance is very European and the whole atmosphere reeks of sophistication [ and money].

This part  of the Sunshine State is home to many billionaires. Sprinkled about them are those residents that come from “old” money , meaning their wealth was been passed down from generation to generation.

And

Here is I LOVE about Worth Avenue.

The“old” way the shops close at 5:30 pm and they are closed on Sunday.

Imagine.

Magical.

Do you remember when stores, clothing, grocery, hardware to name a few called it a day and closed up, went home in the late afternoon or early evening? We all spent time with the family at a dining room table together. Laughter, Stories. Fun.

Somehow as a consumer you were able to purchase all you needed, you planned your day. Enough was enough. The term “shop till you drop” was never in vogue.

For me, life seemed more rounded.

I know it might be difficult to recall, and for some of you that concept is completely alien but gosh, I miss those times.The days when consumerism and beating the Jones’ was not a national hobby and pastime.

Now don’t get me wrong, I am not one to look back and say “ those good ole days” because,

Well I know life goes on and things change.[ I get it ]

But

This does not mean I, you, me, we have to participate in this type of lifestyle. I would like to think

We can all can create our own way of living.

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A time when you simply called it a day. Rest. Reflect. Await tomorrow to bring new adventures, experiences, expectations.

Less is MORE my friends.

Less is MORE.

 

my God moment

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I recently decided to listen to podcasts in the car [ better the mind and all that stuff ].

Tootling down the road I had my eyes on the road and my ears listening to someone

Talk about ways to have a calm lifestyle.

I am all into this stuff.

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And

Did you know that one way to reduce stress is to stop and look at something green?

Who knew!

You are probably thinking, trees, grass, mountains and hill>>>right?

Fast forward.

I was stopped at a traffic light, first in line to take off when the lights changed [ and I usually put the pedal to the metal as soon as the lights change their color- bad habit I know ]

Zoom Zoom

And the lights turned green… GREEN. I did a double take, GREEN.

I looked at those traffic lights twice.

GREEN.

I hesitated to proceed forward.

GREEN.

And then to my right, out of the corner of my eye a red car ran the traffic light, four lanes of traffic to boot right past me.

So

Had I not been listening to that podcast about the color green>>>well I suspect I would not be putting together this blog post.

Grateful, so grateful for…

my God moment

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The hairdryer

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Let me set the scene.

A few days ago I had  to go into a neighbor’s house [ leaky pipes causing havoc ] After viewing the dastardly deed I was introduced to the man of the house’s new wife.

The lady, perhaps a few years younger than me was sitting under one of those “old fashioned hair dryers”. Her hair was in rollers .She was reading a magazine.

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You remember them- a domed contraption that you sit under, air is forced out and your hair is dried.

Of course you do!  

Those are memories of my youth and time spent with my mother. Good times, fond memories.

And

I got to thinking.

Who on earth has time to do that, to sit patiently and well, quite frankly, do very little. But perhaps we need to … YES we all need to.  

Stop,

Relax,

Gather our thoughts.

Do nothing.

Take care of ourselves.

Do less but achieve so much more. It just seems like the right thing to do

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