I have been doing quite a bit of purging in the house this past week. We have company coming and that always inspires me to step it up and go through things that I have been meaning to go through for entirely too long. Additionally, I am desperate to get a handle on the clutter in my life in an effort to be more organized and efficient.
I have to admit that I am not the best housekeeper in the world, as shameful as that sounds and sometimes I am down right BAD. But most of the time I can maintain partial space with a great gift to accomplish much under pressure. That is where I find myself this week as our “Out of Town” guests will be arriving tomorrow and I have been frantically working to remedy months of clutter in one week.
I did not think I was going to make it. I still need the morning to wrap things up but that being said, the places I aimed to declutter look better than they have in a while and I have a fresh new desire to continue this new trend and become completely clutter free. I will let you know how it goes.
What is interesting about my process this week that made me think a bit, was my kitchen windowsill. I went through the kitchen to some degree, as well as every other room in the house. But the kitchen window, well, it’s, well, cluttered. Cluttered with rocks. You see every rock that my children have found, you know, “Look mommy at this pretty rock I found,” or “Mommy I brought you this rock from my field trip,” or “Mommy when I saw this rock I knew you would want it for your collection.”
My collection. Yes, you could legitimately call it “A Collection” at this point. I just don’t have the heart to get rid of them. In fact I added two more to the sill this week. To most it’s just a big pile of rocks. To me, it represents all the times my children have thought about their mommy. I represents and validates my role as the mommy. The parts I managed to get right. I love my windowsill rock garden. It fills my heart and soul and declutters my mind. It reminds me of my priorities, and fills me with pure joy. And that leads me to my conclusion……Some clutter is GOOD.