Frustrated is an understatement these days. I take two steps forward and fifteen back...not even just the one. The flow of my day is broken up into a million little chunks of tricky. Even cleaning. But I keep going because that's what I do. Even in a rant or a breakdown I am fighting myself to be the optimist that I am in my heart of hearts. Today I dug into some good spring cleaning in my bedroom. I moved unread books, dusted, vacuumed, reminded the spiders whose room it is, etc...
It would have JUST been a day of regular old cleaning until I peered over to a little present that I inadvertently left for myself. Or maybe it was deliberate. Or subconscious. Eh, don't really care at this point...just thrilled it was done. I had a bag that contained some odds and ends from Ikea that were never put out. (My bedroom is slowly but surely getting a tiny makeover). So today I busted out the adorable little glass vases in the most delicious shade of green. They were so darn cheap I bought five. I lined them up on the windowsill and popped little white daisies into them.
I can't make everything better as fast as I want to. I can't clean up the messes in my life with the speed of a dyson vacuum. I can make a window clear again but life gets cloudy. But what I can do is make something just a little bit prettier than it was just a bit before and hope that the trend continues.
enough baby steps and next thing you'll know...BAM major shifts.
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