|Boreas by John William Waterhouse. My favourite painting.|
My life has been far from pretty lately. My home has reflected my life: cluttered. I feel like there are so many things I want to do, project-wise and life-wise. But there are also so many things I have to do instead. Of course most are self-inflicted, such as commitments I've made that I've just procrastinated too long, or letting my home get so out of control that I don't know where to start and it all just hangs over my head like a gloomy, nagging cloud.
On Wednesday, I just got so fed up with the physical clutter in the kitchen, but didn't have time to really clean it up and put it away. So I grabbed a laundry basket (or two!) and started tossing stuff in. If I couldn't put something away right then on the main floor, it went into the basket!
You wouldn't believe how much better that made me feel! Yes, I still have all the clutter to deal with in the baskets. But my counters were clear! I love that and it doesn't happen often.
My mind is still cluttered up with all the things I have to do, and my children are overtired from a few late nights and all the daytime running around. But at least I made one step toward peace and simplicity.
I have a goal--an unrealistic one perhaps--to one day keep my home clean enough that the mess never gets in the way of the good and beautiful things I'd rather be doing. I want to get away from simply crisis-cleaning and have a real routine that runs so smoothly that I actually enjoy caring for my house. In my few spare minutes, I'm rereading Cheryl Mendelson's book Home Comforts. I'll post more about that another time.