While Wit and Dillite is now quiet for a year, I am writing more than ever. As I have slowed down my publication rhythm, my curiosity about the way we live – and why – is cooked. I am thrilled with what sits under the veneer of aesthetics – how we decorate our spaces, which we let in, and which we keep out. Most importantly, what I mean to please my way of living, re -associated with it.
The work of writing about these experiences has been deeply transformative for me. This has brought a conversation with the readers that I would never have done in a low-form, visual-based material. This is what I like the most about substation.
While I continue to share lifestyle content and sometimes individual essays on Wit and Dillite, I also publish a weekly on house calls, a substation newslator in which I find out why we take our homes and life inside their walls. I encourage you to use this body of work for new or long readers who have not yet found their way for house calls.
Below is a special part from a recent house call essay, “in favor of a cool home life.” Choosing for a quiet life in front of a fast noisy world felt like a career death for my lifestyle brand – but one I was in dire need for myself. I wrote about making room for emptiness, enjoying simple pleasures and happiness at calm moments at home. I hope you enjoy the essay and join me on the substation.
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House Call Excerpt: In favor of a quiet home life
Amidst the repetitive rhythm of daily life, one of my favorite pleasures is the act of a daydream. Ever since I was a child, I found myself wandering freely within the realm of imagination. What started with a subconscious needs to calm itself, in its best form, has proved to be fertile ground for a rich internal life. The worldly becomes magical, and turns into an ordinary extraordinary. My daydream has given a way to dream and sometimes these pictures are very vivid, reality pable in comparison.
When I got the nickname “Spacey Katie” to wander in my mind during academic text, dance classes and softball games, I learned my tendency to remove myself from here and now I was not helping me navigate social settings. Like most introverted, I saw my natural state as “less” to “fix” to excel in this world.
But recently, I have found myself making more space for introvertity. This winter was deafly calm in all areas of my life, a kind of magic darkness that felt intentionally. For example, space was designed to come home in this part of itself. I did not have my normal part: My creativity was felt, schedules were bare-bounds, and I felt bad when I was involved in alcohol and food. My intuition was asking me to calm down and just be with emptiness. I soon realized that this emptiness was going to give life.
How happy and home life
As I slowly opened to introverson for this call, I was coming back how happy and a calm home life interaction. This was the place where I gave myself to learn to recover with things, like they were for rehabilitation for my petulance More, more, more,
These small tasks-in ignoring, underraged, simple pleasures (for example hot toast with a sunlight)-are more for my mood and a sense of good at home compared to churning in the project after the project. I started wondering if it is possible to enjoy our homes even if we do not know how to get happiness only. All paint colors, wallpapers, and patterns can not be translated into an internal sense of allowing themselves to sink through the joy of being home.
This happiness I was chasing since 2009, never revealing myself through self-reform or cookie-cotton advice from a magazine about how to decorate your home. In fact, I don’t think there is a manual. When a life is well designed, one has to be brave to let the person, mask and armor that they have deposited. Perhaps it is the only way to release what is not ours and let things die that was not for us, the only way to design a life that feels like a home. Unfortunately, this process is not a way rowed with candy-colored daisies, but one more that walks through Death Valley.
I started wondering if it is possible to enjoy our homes even if we do not know how to get happiness only. All paint colors, wallpapers, and patterns can not be translated into an internal sense of allowing themselves to sink through the joy of being home.
This week on house calls, I want to touch the power of my homes the way they look. Inspiration for this post came from the years of working at my house, but not necessarily that I was feeling good in the place I was making. When I asked myself that I feel the most material and happiness at home, who surprised himself.
What a cool home life represents me
Places that remain stable.
It is important to have those places in my house, which I am no longer updated actively – I let the room go to settle HappenThis is a practice that brings me both comfort and a sense of peace. These places, including my bedroom, kitchen and offices, have developed to reflect my changing needs and preferences. While I still make adjustments sometimes, I have deliberately decided to avoid making significant changes in these rooms until no one is clear need For an update. , , ,
These places have exceeded only rooms in my house. They have become their own expansion, reflecting my personality, values and aspirations. By allowing them to be, I allow myself to appreciate the beauty and comfort of the present moment without a constant need of change.
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Kate is the founder of Wit and Delight. She is currently learning to play tennis and is forever Testing her creative muscle boundaries, Follow it on Instagram on @Witanddelight_.