While flipping through a magazine last week, I saw a two page spread of Pretty Things You Wish You Had or something like that.
Anyway, I saw a cute, colorful glass tumbler and immediately I got caught in the glow of something sparkly.
I thought: I want my kitchen to look cute too! I must replace my mismatched (read: broken) sets immediately!
Then my house will be pretty and in magazine-like order.
Okay maybe not exactly like a magazine, because I’ve been known to overlook a tub ring for far longer than the Tub Guidebook recommends. But I do love organization. I like when everything has a place. And I like to look at pretty things.
Still somehow in my house, jackets migrate to chairs (or the floor), papers can’t find their matching files and those pretty bathroom towels that coordinate with the shower curtain find themselves under the muddy feet of a sweaty boy after a game of frisbee in the rain.
Because not everyone I live with cares about the pretty. Or even organization. And I am outnumbered.
**Warning: If you’ve looked at Pinterest recently, then the following image may be offensive.**
You can lead a horse to water, but doesn’t mean he’ll put his shoes in it.
Several years ago I declared our living room my Serenity room. It was the one room that was not allowed to be a dumping ground. I could have a few pretty, unbroken things set up in my serenity room and whenever I passed it, it was proof that I actually could keep a house clean and in order.
But now I don’t bother with a serenity room, and it’s not just because I know sweaty kids have been plopping down on the so-called serenity couch.
No I didn’t give up. I readjusted my idea of meaningful. Because when I really thought about it, I realized that all those messy habits kind of come with the territory.
And I like this territory.
Because those stacks of papers and scattered shoes mean people I love live here.
And kids grow up, they move out. Someday there will be less stuff to pick up and put away. And pretty glasses will stay in sets.
So maybe I will put a bookmark in that magazine, but right now I am happy to set the table with my mismatched glasses, because for now it means I get to see this:
“Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today and creates a vision for tomorrow.”
― Melody Beattie
What messes are you grateful for?