Oh! To be organised, for everything to have its place...to be aproned up and humming while tasty food merrily simmers away ...*sigh* ... It’s all a fantasy because I could never be that person … every year I have to make peace with the fact that I just am not.
Instead of wishing I could be some way else this year, I am going to embrace all the good stuff about being disorganised, like:
- I am always finding things I thought I had lost ~ it’s like Christmas every day!
- I can be spontaneous ~ I don’t have to say I can’t do something because I need to hang washing.
- I don’t need to follow any schedule of chores: Washing Day doesn’t have to be Monday – who made that rule anyway? Tsk. :o)
- I don’t have to feel guilty if I leave my coffee cup on the lounge table alllllllll day (and even overnight) – *I heard some of you gasp* :o) … SO WHAT! Tomorrow is another day.
Today I am thankful for who I am!
I have high hopes for my disorganised self that don’t involve domestic goddessness:
like making every day count,
like living in the moment I am in, whether it’s good or bad,
like learning to listen better and think more, especially before I speak,
like making fewer assumptions based on hearsay,
like extending kindness expecting nothing in return,
like laughing with friends and crying with friends,
like extending grace in the same way that I have received it.
Roll on 2011.. it's going to be a goodie!
Peace be the journey.