I made a sane choice recently. Sane choices are not my default, so I always try to appreciate them (and point them out to my husband!) when they happen.
I started Wildflowers and Progress because I love writing, but I accidentally became obsessed with the other components of blogging. Writing shrank to just a sliver of what encompassed “working on the blog”. When I wasn’t working on it, my internal wheels were turning on what I “should” be doing.
I should be on Pinterest a bunch, I should be active in Facebook groups, I should be publishing new content every week.
Every. Week. Every. Monday. Like. Clockwork.
Then a few weeks ago, I made a sane choice. The lesson from it applies to so many different areas of life, and I couldn’t be more pleased – and relieved!
Is anyone else’s home constantly untidy? I love spreadsheets, but my house can look like a tornado hit – shouldn’t it be one or the other? Organized or not?
Apparently not. My closet is beautifully color coded, but my worn clothes end up in a heap on the floor. I’m at peace when the house is clean, yet I kick off my shoes who-knows-where when I get home. I have a cubby for my phone, but I know for a fact that it’s currently in the kitchen by the dishes.
In short, I have trouble being tidy.
I’ve been this way for as long as I can remember. My junior high homework planners were perfectly organized, yet whenever my best friend Melissa came over, she went straight to my bedroom and closed all my dresser drawers. We’re still friends, and she hasn’t stopped.
But there’s hope!
When I remember this tip, it cuts my tidying time in half! Thank goodness! I’ll take all the help I can get.
The first gallery wall I ever saw was at my friend Anna’s house in San Luis Obispo. I remember walking in to the living room and seeing it above the couch – such an eclectic collection of items, but somehow perfectly cohesive and lawlessly beautiful.
Anna is amazing. She is deep and introspective, and her laugh makes your soul feel lighter. Anna loves lavishly, and that love overflows into her hospitality and homemaking. She taught me about butter bells, cooks scones from scratch, and reads cookbooks cover to cover like a novel. Given how highly I esteemed her homemaking, to me this newest addition to her home was neither unexpected nor attainable.
Maybe everyone was equally inspired by Anna, maybe there was something in the wind, but gallery walls seemed to spread like wildfire. Beautiful and creative wildfire.
So, I have something to tell you probably already know: I’m not the perfect wife.
While you’re most likely not shocked to learn that piece of information – I (embarrassingly) was!
Let me back up a little bit and give some context. When Ken and I got married, we talked a lot about expectations and hopes in marriage. Ken said that what one of the things he most wanted was a peaceful home.
This didn’t come as a surprise. If you know my husband, you know that he loves peace. When we went through the Servants By Design personality survey, Harmonizer was his highest rank. Put simply, that means that any disruption in the peace really affects him and wears on him.
So – the determined taskmaster that I am – I decided to give him the most gosh-darn peaceful home he’s ever seen! I started each day with a check-list, and frantically tired to create a peaceful home. Dishes? Done! Food? Cooked! Living room? Clean! Groceries? Purchased and put away! Finances? Managed! And on and on. Day after day.
Man, I was nailing this peaceful home thing, right?