Slow living comes naturally where we are. We live in the country — mountains all around us, farmland stretching wide, and a river that follows the length of our road. Life here doesn’t rush. It doesn’t push. It simply is.

And I like it that way.

For me, slow living isn’t something I strive for — it’s simply living. Waking early to sip coffee by the window before the kids come downstairs… sitting with sleepy-eyed little ones as they curl up beside me… letting our mornings begin without alarms or the stress of schedules. We don’t rush the day. We let it unfold.

Maybe I’ve always craved it.

Because I grew up in a city — not a huge one, but busy enough that life moved fast. There was always something to go do. Somewhere to drive. Something to buy. People rarely paused. They didn’t know how to sit still and simply be. It was a mindset I had to unlearn — and letting it go has brought so much peace into my life.

Whenever my dad and brother visit, they’re always ready to jump up and find something to do. They can’t understand just sitting outside, listening to the breeze and the birds, watching the kids run barefoot through the yard. But to us… that’s where the good stuff is.

Practically, simple living looks like this:

• I declutter regularly — not on a schedule, but when my heart says it’s time to let go.

• We stay home far more than we leave — budget included, but also because home is where we want to be.

• We protect peace — especially after nearly two years living in a converted school bus on someone else’s property. Home now feels sacred.

And slowing down has changed motherhood for me — especially in how I share it.

I used to post everything about my kids. Every cute moment. Every sweet drawing. Every little highlight. Not for attention, not even fully on purpose — just because that’s what everyone was doing. But somewhere along the way, it started to feel like performing parenthood instead of living it.

So I stopped.

I share less now — more intentionally. A beautiful photo here and there. A moment that truly matters. I don’t want my memories to exist only on a screen. I want them lived first — captured second.

Letting go of that pressure helped me slow down. Helped me be present. Helped me notice the real things happening right in front of me.

If another mama is reading this today, here’s what I hope you walk away with:

You don’t have to chase anything to have a full life.

Slow is enough. Ordinary is enough.

Home can be the most beautiful place to be.

May you find a pace that lets you breathe.

May you see the gifts that are already inside your own four walls.

May you learn to delight in a life that’s unhurried and deeply lived. 🤍