Living Simply

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived…I want to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life…”

One day in history, Henry David Thoreau left the hustle and bustle of everyday life to live by himself in a small cabin in the woods, situated next to the ever-quiet Walden Pond.  He left to truly experience life and draw as much out of it as possible.  While his unique outlook and way of living may not have been sound in their entirety, he made some very poignant points.  One, in particular.

“Simplify, simplify.”

We live our lives running here and there, never stopping to take a breath.  Our lives – at least mine – are filled with lists of things to do, lists of what’s for dinner, lists of gifts to buy.  Our lives are filled with stuff, both literally and figuratively.  But sometimes, we need to slow, we need to take a breath, we need to focus on the simple.

I greatly admire people who strive to simplify their lives.  I’ve watched and read about people who have joined the Tiny House Movement, and I think to myself how wonderful that would be.  Everything has an exact place, and there simply isn’t room to have many possessions.  There is something idyllic and idealistic about such a small space.  I think to myself, “I want a tiny house!  What fun it would be – an OCD person’s dream to organize.”  And then I realize that it would be unrealistic to have children in such a small space.  And where would my parents sleep when they come to visit?  How do people actually do this?

I have also heard of people who limit the amount of clothes they wear, usually for a particular season.  Capsule Wardrobes, they are called.  Pick a limited number of tops, pants, coats, etc. to mix and match over a set number of months.  If I were still a student, I would find this idea a little more plausible, but trying to teach with only one sweater and five tops simply is not going to happen for me.

Somewhere inside of me, there is a conflict.  I want to live simply, and yet, if you were to look in my closet, you would be astounded.  An old coloring book, my outer space book I made in 2^nd grade when Pluto was still a planet, a 6^th grade book report, my Spanish ABC book, notes from every English class I’ve taken since my freshman year of high school, old cowboy boots, several baby dolls, and on and on and on the list goes.  How can I get rid of such precious memories?

I have decided that to live simply is not a command to get rid of all my childhood treasures, but it is more of a way to view life.  I need to minimize distractions to focus on the elements of life that truly matter: my faith, my family and friends, and for me, my students.  I need to ask myself if I really need that new pair of shoes or if I simply want it – a very difficult task at times, trust me.  I need to de-clutter but still keep some of the memories along the way.  So today, I challenge myself to “simplify, simplify,” and we will see where this journey leads. 

I am Mrs. Vriend

Every September, my classroom fills with students, and suddenly, I am transformed into “Mrs. Vriend.”  I respond more quickly to “Mrs. Vriend” than any other name, simply because I am called that countless times every day:

“Mrs. Vriend, can I go to the bathroom?”

            “Mrs. Vriend, can you come and look at this?”
                        “Mrs. Vriend, what does ‘wanton’ mean?”

                                    “Mrs. Vriend, what time does class get out?”

                                                “Mrs. Vriend, how did you meet your husband?”

                                                            And on and on and on it goes…

I am a teacher.  And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I will admit that after college, I wasn’t so sure.  Can I really do this?  Do I even enjoy teaching?  Do I want to do homework every night for the rest of my life?

But thankfully, my loving husband convinced me that really, I needed to give this a try.  I applied for a job and received a position, and while the start was rough, it was just what I needed.

My job is by no means easy.  Some days, I wonder why I assigned 35 students essays that are now stacked up and waiting to be graded.  Some days, I wonder if I made any sense and if I at least sounded like I knew what I was talking about.  Some days, I am emotionally exhausted after giving of myself all day long, allowing each student to take the little piece of me they needed to keep going and learn that day.

But every day I get to teach the subject that I love to students that I love.  Every day, I get to travel around in books and teach students that semi-colons are the best punctuation mark ever invented.  Every day, I get to show my students the incredible world of words that God created for us to enjoy.  Every day, I get to see students enjoying learning and growing in their knowledge, individuality, and faith.

So give me the homework, the lesson plans, the essays.  I get to mold young adults into the people God created them to be.  And that is why they call me “Mrs. Vriend.”  

Three Little Words: You've Got Mail

While my love for books is immense, there is also something to be said about the odd movie or two – especially if the movie involves books.  Just like the perfect book, the perfect movie can take a place in your heart and influence your life without ever looking back.

For me, this movie is You’ve Got Mail.  I can’t even count how many times I have cuddled up in my blanket to watch this heartwarming tale.

You’ve Got Mail has influence me in innumerable ways:

• “Don’t you think daisies are the friendliest flower?”  Daisies are my favorite flower, and I have no idea where that love began.  Did Kathleen Kelly actually make this decision for me?
• “I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail.”  AOL.  Does it get any better?  My husband often teases me for still using AOL, but how can you get rid of an email address that’s been a part of your life since the 7^th grade?  We’ve had quite the relationship together, and I can’t just abandon it now.  And does my husband’s email actually tell him, “You’ve got mail,” in an oh-so-familiar voice?  I don’t think so. 
• “The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc. So people who don't know what the hell they're doing or who on earth they are can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely defining sense of self: Tall. Decaf. Cappuccino.”  If I had money coming out of my ears and could afford a five dollar coffee every day, I have no doubt that I would.  One grande decaff vanilla latte, please.
•  And the most wonderful line of the film – “Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.”  Oh, how I love fall.  I have even been known to send a bouquet or two of pencils.  Newly sharpened, of course. 

I am not the only one who loves this movie; my dad and I spent many evenings watching it while I was growing up.  Being in the same family, we have a very similar sense of humor.

             “A hotdog is singing. You need quiet while a hotdog is singing?”

“And we got a fifty-thousand dollar ticket for construction workers peeing off the roof.”

Classic.  I’m still smiling just thinking about those lines.

Any movie can be your favorite, and it most certainly does not have to be You’ve Got Mail.  But take some time to watch it every once in a while.  Curl up on your couch, eat some popcorn with extra butter, and remember all the times that movie has changed your life for the better.