So this year, perhaps I gave my mom the thing she has always secretly wanted: I asked her (begged her, pleaded, made the sad puppy dog face... ok, no not really... she seemed at least a little bit delighted by the prospect) to help me clean and organize. She smiled, made a plan, and marched off in search of plastic containers. And she pulled out everything from my kitchen. No cubbard, cabinet or other hidey hole for my mess went untouched. Even the countertops were stripped of their
Turns out maybe they gave me the gift I've always wanted: to be able to really rest in my space, and to know where my stuff is. But maybe the bigger gift is that suddenly I feel unsqashed and creative and relaxed. Now that I can see all my spices and know what I actually have, I am dying to cook. It's admittedly been a while-- and maybe that's why I didn't. I don't like to cook in a mess. I'm optimisic that once I finish holidaying I will be ready to cook. (And wow, now I even have refrigerator space in which to keep things.)
I am still pondering my New Years' Intentions (I don't really do resolutions), and they often fall into shapes of a word. One of them I think will be Breathe. (I'm also considering write and create and simplify.) For me, breathing means being comfortable not only in my skin (cheers, 2013... made a good start on that one!) but also being comfortable in my space. It means, at least partly, a place for everything and everything in its place. I think "breathe" is a starting place for my other intentions, and I think the progess that happened the last few days is a good start on "breathe".
Look ma, Mischief Managed!
For Bella the Wonder-dog, "Breathe" means her new (pink, no less) Thundershirt, which has made her a completely new dog. She's cool, calm, and collected. Score one for the grandparents!