I’ve noticed how a lot of bloggers select a word to motivate them through the year and as much as I’d admired this, I also never really seemed to have a word to hang onto. But it’s always stuck at the back of my mind as something I’d like to do, if I found one.
Towards the end of last year I felt like 2016 had overloaded me a lot. A lot of what I did as a stay at home mom carried on while I started working (blogging and data capture), and I am not sure how all of it was going to fit together. I did it in the end but I did feel like I was working all the time, while the desk became more messy, the house became more cluttered, and I sat at the computer, prepared all the art for my day job and did what needed to be done.
I felt like my missing piece was a lack of order. If only I could be more organised. If only I could simplify my life. I felt sure that my words for the next year should be Organise and Simplify.
My mom gave me a “Woman and Home” magazine for Christmas. (It’s kind of a tradition to sit back and munch chocolates and read magazines at Christmas for us.)
In any case, within this magazine was this article “In praise of an imbalanced life”.
Love this quote from her: The universe tends toward disorder – not all of the time, but in pockets – and doesn’t concern itself with things like “work-life balance”.
She talks about how even a balanced yoga pose requires a certain amount of tension.
Stability …is never possible on a permanent basis.
The only thing we can be certain of is change.
Then in East London I was reading an article in the local paper about messy desks. And how the important stuff always seems to float to the top.
So… I know that 2017 is going to be busy again. I know that I can do my best to sort things out, clean up, label, organise and find a way to make life as manageable as possible.
But there will be times when I don’t get it all done, and other times when I will. And it’s okay. I will get there, eventually.
And particularly with the little children in my care. And with Nicky. Not to lose it, but to take a breath and just be gentle. They need it too.
I’ve noticed lately how Nicky will often say the things I say, and it is telling. “You shouldn’t talk to me like that” is something I say to him, but when he says it back to me, it is a chance for me to examine my own behaviour and how I need to be modeling gentle behaviour.
Oh well if that’s not a sign, I don’t know what is!
Gentleness: it’s a fruit of the spirit which I shall be working on.