Just found this on someone's blog. This is so true for me. When my desk becomes covered with a blanket of papers, magazines and notes, I see it as a sign that I am slowly losing control over my surroundings. And my life. I know, despite many a struggle with it, that in reality there is so little that is actually in my control. But my house and belongings are. So last night I did a thorough sweep of my desk and can now see the surface. Sometimes that's all it takes to turn things around and bring even a smidgen of calm to my soul.
Next? The kitchen. With Thanksgiving looming, best to gain some control over that too.
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