Today I need to be focussed. But already that sounds harsh. I need to be as gentle with myself as I manage with others.
There are people coming tomorrow. People who love me and if anyone was judgy about the lack of tidyness and cleanliness, that would be up to them. Nonetheless I would prefer to welcome them in to a cleaner tidier version of my home, especially as some have never been before.
I'm already a bit wobbly, birthdays are times when it's easy to think about what could have been or used to be. It wouldn't take much for me to feel overwhelmed - every time I look up I see the extent of what could be tidied, cleaned. So I need to focus on one tiny aspect at a time. If I keep my focus soft I don't have to do everything at once, and I don't have to be mean to myself. Softly, softly.
... OK, so maybe focus just isn't my skill set. I have made some great progress in lots of areas rather than a sustained effort in one. The current result of which is of course chaos. But there's still plenty of the day left...
...And I'm finally calling it a day. I'm proud of some of the differences. And concede I probably need an industrial strength cleaner on some parts so that will need revisiting at another time.
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