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Working on tomorrow... the days ahead, and not so much the literal day ahead. Today I found myself reaching for the proper tool. This is a tool that is used only so often yet when I reach for it, I find myself ever grateful of the fact that I have this tool. I’m funny about my kitchen and frankly I always have been. You see, there was a day when the kitchen and may I say, let alone the house, was not so grand in importance to me. Many days at first were not where they have ended up to be. I vowed in my head and heart that the next chapter be one made under the umbrella of minimal and yet. Here in lay the argument or defense of having the tools needed to preform well within the design of what is expected. We all know the effort of a good tool and its value. My kitchen is where I appreciate them the most. As we begin to downsize and step ever closer to less is more, I find myself looking left and right to assess my wants and needs. And it has been our thinking for some time that the question should always be is it a need or a want? Is it for my own glory and personal gain or for the greater good? Does it bring joy or is it just for the moment? And so again I ask myself, is it a need or a want. Which then leads me to my new vision of a life lived. While I fill my totes with only that which I find to be joyful, I remind myself that it is to become a matter of necessity and not what appears to be needed and needs which are meant to suffice. Joy is found in less a matter of necessity and more in a matter of this moment fulfilled.

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