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Yesterday…I wrote about my house…it was a good thing…reminded me of how much I do love living here…reminded me of how meticulous I was about keeping everything…just so…when I moved in…reminded me of how that felt…
Feeling inspired…I decided to set things right…again…now…it wasn’t that the place was trashed…just a small stack of mail on the table…a throw here…a throw there…pillows out of whack on the sofa…a drawer open…
Okay…maybe it was trashed…take your white gloves off…nobody asked you to inspect…see if I ever invite you over again…geez…but…I digress…
It only took about ten minutes…to do…everything…that needed to be done…ten short minutes…that made all the difference in the way things felt when I got home…
The house seemed brighter…more peaceful…more energetic…more cheerful…all at the same time…
It felt good to be home…
Makes me wonder…why…I let things slide…why I settle for less than what I really want…when…it’s really so easy to have it…just ten minutes…here and there…and it’s done…
And…then…I remember…it’s not that I’m settling for less…it’s just that I’m writing now…and…I’m finding my way…how do I work it all in…how do I fit the puzzle pieces together…
I’m not sure I have the answer…Bertha…says I’ll figure it out…in my own time…in my own way…in the meantime…she’s handing me the Swiffer…she says…I might as well finish the job…while I contemplate…
Maybe…just maybe…that’s how I do it…
Jane