Today I’ve returned home to find this clematis blooming like crazy. It was a good welcome.
When we left, there were lots of buds and I’m glad I didn’t miss the full blooms. Flowers, like so many things in life are fleeting and to capture this moment is amazing.
I left a wonderful writers retreat to come home to just that: home. Where laundry and dishes call out quietly, and sometimes loudly. Where there is always something else to do and solitude is a moment stolen here and there. Though the time away was wonderful the crash of real life can burst the magic of retreat.
It is during retreat that we rediscover ourselves and perhaps make a plan for our lives. It is where we can find the quiet that lies within ourselves. It is where we can recharge for the next step in our lives.
It is easy to forget and the magic begins to disappear the moment the car turns home.
So, thank you to my fully blooming clematis in my favorite color and my african violet for reminding me that while going away is good to recharge, it is also good to come home.
Home to a comfortable bed and clean clothes. Home to normal life. Home to bills, chores and fully blooming flowers.
Its good to be home.
It’s happening again. I’m in the middle of a challenge and everything else goes out the window, including house work.
One of the ways I cope with this is to compartmentalize the work. Do the floors have to be washed and moped? Do I really need to clean the bathroom from top to bottom? Can anyone else help with things?
The answers are no, no and YES!
I’ve decided there isn’t a good reason for everything to fall onto my shoulders during this (or any other) time. There are other people living in my house and can take some responsibility. Of course, they must be made to see reason or I won’t get any help after all.
Another choice I’ve made is that not everything has to be done all at once. Little by little is what works best.
The minimum of what I can get away with is my goal. That means sweeping up the big chunks – it is spring here after all. Wiping down the sink and toilet until I have more time and dishes. I work at the laundry little by little anyway so it doesn’t really pile up. I hate it when Saturdays become laundry days.
When April is over, or any month that is extra busy, I will go back and deep clean. But for now, supper is on your own, mostly. Pick up here and there. I’ll be at my desk, writing. After all, priorities are a must.
How do you handle the rest of your life when things get busy?