If I were a gambler, I would bet you are sitting in front of the [insert tech device here… computer, tablet, phone, etc] while SURROUNDED by chaos.
Dirty dish sitting next to you? Check.
Piles of paperwork on the desk? (Hello, long lost bill!) Check.
Maybe a mountain of laundry next to you on the couch? Check. (But it’s clean!! Mmm hmm. Mine, too. Nice start.)
And I bet you are reading lovely blogs on organization and shiny sinks and color-coded ribbon storage and households that run like well-oiled machines.
And the shame and guilt and overwhelming pressure settles in like a heavy pit in your gut. And you feel LAZY.
But here is the deal.
I am not lazy. and neither are you.
In fact, if I were a gambler, I would bet that we could not be farther from lazy. In fact, my friend, I am quite certain that perfectionism is what was killing me, and quite possibly is killing you, too.
It is overwhelming, and it feels like a fire I simply couldn’t put out. And so I would rather sit down, read perfect-home blogs that buried me deeper in shame, and eat a gooey brownie that went right to my hips.
But then I realized:
My sink will never shine. Well, not unless Helen Housekeeper shines it for me, and since the thought of cleaning house before Helen came was too overwhelming, I can say with certainty:
My sink will never shine.
And that is okay. I don’t need it to shine!
I am not after perfection, or color-coded, or smelling like lemons and bleach.
I am after order, and consistency, and good-enough. I can do good-enough, and so can you.