K.I.S.S. me

I surrender.  I  have been outflanked by CNN and the 24 hour news cycle.  My inbox has been stealthily infiltrated by informational newletters .  I am in the trenches desperately trying to contain the essence slowly seeping from my life as an eternal barrage of information, apps, advertisements, and news advances upon my position.  Outnumbered and outgunned, I’ve come to believe that the only hope remaining for my sanity is a K.I.S.S.

K.I.S.S. or “Keep It Simple, Stupid,” has now taken it’s rightful place within my philosophical outlook and shall heretofore provide the standard against which all my activities and projects are measured.  Multi-tasking has been summarily dismissed in favor of simplicity, minimalism, and dissolution.  In this manner, I will step back from the brink of madness and learn to focus on those things I have come to realize matter most to me.

I know the path will be fraught with danger.  I accept that there will be many diabolical attempts to lead me astray.  I am prepared to forgo the psychological comforts associated with sentimental possessions in order to gain room to breathe, think, love and create.  Life is fleeting.  I refuse to spend another moment wishing for “more” when my salvation lies with “less.”

My journey in the company of my wonderful new mantra begins in earnest this very moment and leads forever into the sunset toward the promise of an uncluttered and organized existence.  K.I.S.S. me, you fool.  I’m ready to be free.

#Humor #minimalism

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