I love hotel rooms because they are organized, logical and there’s no extra unnecessary stuff. I love the simplicity, the cleanliness, the functionality and maybe even the hideous flowered bedspreads. I especially love Moby’s cd “Hotel.”
I don’t live in a hotel. I’m not a rockstar. I rarely travel for work– and when I do I usually end up on the floor of some hospitable church, sleeping over with a bunch of teenagers. I think that’s why hotel rooms are a luxury and special to me.
Most of my life is a mess. I’m a creative. I’m a writer. I’m a person who HATES to clean. I live in chaos with chronologically organized piles and post it notes full of well-intentioned tasks. I don’t like this but I don’t dislike it enough to change it.
Funny how being married makes everything that much more messy. Thank goodness Steve is not a neat freak. He’d never stand a chance. We clean up enough to get around and we’re pretty good at washing dishes, laundry and the bathroom sink. We’re still negotiating who does what and how it gets done. We finally have a recycling system in place. Hooray!
In the messiness of life, there is hope. If my desk at work were clean or if there was nothing on our kitchen table it would be a sure sign of too much time on my hands. (I typed that “too much hands on my time” first…. and now I’m trying to decide if that’s a meaning flip of words or just silliness that should be dismissed with a Willy Wonka quote: “Strike that. Reverse it.”) (Can you use a quote in parenthesis?) (How many parenthesis are too many?)
Now I’m rambling and it’s messy and I’m going to stop with my “returned to the blog” thought. Quit trying to make everything organized. Embrace the mess. Keep at it. Find one area of your house or office or mind that’s not as cluttered and use that cleaned area as your peaceful push to get other things done. Unless you’re my mom, you’re never going to get everything put back in its place. That’s cool. Just don’t give up on getting other things done.
(And tomorrow night we’re eating off of paper plates because I don’t feel like washing dishes.)