It's April now and maybe because it just snowed here I am thinking of my New Year's resolutions. I often make too many and underestimate the actual amount of time and effort that will be required for all I want to accomplish.
Something about this year is a little different. For once I can say I have continued a commitment to new habits. I think that this has happened for two main reasons. 1: I have simplified my goals and 2: I have thought more realistically about how any effort must build over time to achieve a cumulative effect.
I hope this does not sound like bragging because in truth all I did was dumb things down a bit for myself. And for clarity's sake, 'commitment' to resolutions does not mean perfection.
Instead of thinking too big, I have been thinking in terms of manageable portions in order to build up a bit of momentum that may not yet impress, but it excites me, it gives me confidence that consistent effort never fails and work is a true and endless source of satisfaction.
Keeping our house in order is at the top of my list. At the risk of being the millionth person to mention Marie Kondo's book I will anyway. The biggest take away for me was how physical clutter clutters your brain. This might sound basic, but I think it's pretty spiritual. I know right now I have an attic full of too much stuff. That attic is a bit like a real life version of my subconscious and I have to tackle it. Before I can move onto bigger goals, I am starting here, simplifying our spaces.
Kondo says this process of tidying up will take about 6 months. While I haven't followed her instructions exactly, I am doing what I can where I am and I feel a difference. I want to keep my home as artfully as I can. Cleanliness and order, a curated and purposeful limiting of what I own, enhances the beauty or function of each individual thing and the overall comfort of our home. I am not there yet, but I have hope!
Of course disorder is part of life and reordering is as well. This will never change. The top photo is what each morning looks like at our house. They'd prefer to be on mattresses on the floor in one room so they can be together. While desiring order, a bit of letting go seems to bring more harmony than having too tight a sphincter (pardon my french). And there's beauty in it. But when things have a place to go and they are not toppling out of anywhere, clean up is easy and life is easier.
And when life is easier it is more peaceful and there is more time for the pursuits that I have wanted to do for so long but never have.
Like making kids clothes or reading Harry Potter, making homemade hooded capes and Gryffindor scarves (photo not included but these do exist) and finally taking an Illustrator class so I can fix my blurry header. Progress, a little bit at a time.