I see from the comments on my last post that a lot of us are kindred spirits. I didn’t get a chance to reply to everyone directly, but I have read all of the comments and appreciate their sentiments. I have several goals with this new chapter in my life, and one of them is definitely to free myself and my family of clutter. For this, I’m going back to Flylady. This week, the zone has been the Dining Room, Front Porch & Entryway zone. Perfect. The Dining Room is exactly where I needed to be.
Do you know what one side-effect of diversifying your activities throughout the day is? Time slows down. All week, I’ve been looking at the clock, being surprised that it’s not later than it is. My days have been fuller this week. And now I’m looking at the calendar being surprised that it’s only Thursday.
I’ve nothing crafty to show you. I did a little knitting last night, but nothing that’s finished. No, my energy has mainly been focused on taking care of business, home, and health. I am sure that within a few weeks, it will all even out as I catch up on the things that have slipped for so long, but for now, marathon crafting sessions are on the backburner.
I really don’t mind that, though. It’s like on Clean House, where they pry the shoe collection (treadmill, romance novels, whatever) from the kicking-and-screaming homeowner’s hands, only to see that the sacrifice was so worth it in the end. When you are finally free of the oppression of clutter, you don’t miss so much what you had to give up to get there. That’s my theory anyway. If I have to wait a few weeks to get my hands dirty with clay, fabric, or yarn, then so be it. I can wait. The rewards will be so worth it.