5.14.2012
A BIT SHAGGY AND ASKEW
I say it over many different things. I say it weekly, sometimes daily. I mean it sincerely from the bottom of my heart when I say it. I have utter and complete intention of doing it when I say it. The drive is there. The desire is there. I say, I will not let small piles of papers gather on the end of the dining room table. Tauntingly they call my name as I walk past them 4,000 times a day for stretches of days. I say, I will take care of whatever the document, piece of mail, receipt or item of business is at hand when it occurs. That would eliminate that small pile. I use it as a very neat and orderly PENDING/IN PROGRESS system. It's not exactly a good one though. When we have company I sometimes have to move that small pile to the office, to my desk to begin it anew there. Much like transplanting a plant:) I say too, that I will not collect crap in my purse. That, after each transaction, I will put away, throw away or organize immediately the contents of my purse. It, at times, looks like a nest for a crazed bird - willy nilly shit stuffed in and hanging out. Receipts hanging free and disorderly, empty hard candy wrappers, loose coins lining the bottom, 3 lipstick tubes not together but rather strewn haphazardly throughout all the compartments of my purse. I hate that about myself. I also say, I will diligently clean my house weekly. I do well for awhile, but then a busy week comes, too many days of work in a row and I am thrown off my rhythm. Then spring and summer come. The great and wonderful out-of-doors beckons my soul and spirit and body to come partake. And, I freely and consciously exclude the dust rag and the sweeper. Cleaning is a winter sport anyway:) I say too, I will not let dishes rest unrinsed in the sink, but immediately put them in the dishwasher. I fail at that for spells too either because the dishwasher is full of clean dishes and I don't have time to unload it before consuming food using more dishes, or I am partaking of all summer sports out of doors! I also say, I will not let my clothes that I have worn gather at the foot board of the bed. I do so well for sprints, but can't seem to go the distance on that one. That particular I said thing is just purely and merely the result of a bit of messiness that wants to abide in me from time to time. For whatever reason I can be a bit messy, strewnishly disheveled in my surroundings (not piggy though) but then easily clean and organize it all back into shape. I've been like that since a small kid. Messiness and order reside as bedfellows in my heart and soul. It's not that I can't be orderly all the time, it's that I sometimes just do not really want to. Once in awhile I like that laid back, let it ride sort of way of living. I can actually feel quite comfortable with the askewedness. Like today. Creating makes disorder and messes sometimes. It's not going anywhere but stays right in the messy manner I have left it. I will get it cleaned, organized and put away once again, eventually. But I am quite, quite sure it won't stay that way. There really is a decorating style called shaggy and askew. I think I might just be a trend setter.
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