It just always seems like keeping things tidy and making things look nice is effortless for other people, while for me it's more like pulling teeth. Generally I feel like I'm doing pretty well if I can keep the house to a level where it's not a health or safety hazard!
So when I come across things on the interwebs having to do with the whole general topic of home decoration and interior design, I tend to get a little bit defensive.
I see gorgeous pictures of rooms that people have remodeled, or furniture that has been beautifully refinished or painted, and some part of me always thinks "Well, I'd love to have a home that looked like that, but how on earth do these people have enough time to care about stuff like that?"
I had one such moment today, and after grumbling for a few minutes about how nice it must be to have so much time on your hands that you have nothing else to worry about other than the color of your walls, I had a thought:
"Exactly how much time would I need to have on my hands before the color of my walls rose to the top of my priority list? A day? A week? A month? Several months? A year? A lifetime?"
You know, when I thought about it that way, the whole equation began to shift in my mind. Because honestly, I'd have to be bored out of my mind for an inconceivably long period of time before making my home look pretty would start to seem like an enjoyable way to pass the time.
Hmmm... perhaps what this all boils down to is simply a matter of priorities. I'm not sure why, but this thought was an incredible revelation for me.
Could it really be that simple? Is it actually possible that my lack of tidiness and home decoration is not really evidence of laziness or hopeless inadequacy? Could it simply be that it's just not very important to me?
The more I thought about this, the more incredible the idea became. I mean, I'm sure that there are people who look at my life and think "How on earth does she have time to ride her bike for nearly 100 miles per week, and walk to the grocery store, and do yoga, and lift weights, and garden, and hang the laundry out to dry?"
But the thing is... when I think of riding my bike or doing yoga or gardening, or pretty much anything that involves either physical activity or being outside, I don't think of it as something that "takes time" - I think of it as a fun thing that I can hardly wait to get to do!
So maybe... just maybe, the people who have those beautiful homes, who excel at decorating and making everything look nice and pretty... maybe it doesn't feel like oppressive work to them, because maybe they actually ENJOY that stuff!
Is that possible? Could anyone really look forward to painting a room, or hanging Christmas decorations, or choosing accent pillows with the same excitement that I feel in anticipation of a long bike ride?
I think this whole topic brings up an interesting and unhealthy tendency that I have. I tend to devalue things that I enjoy and find easy, while at the same time I assign disproportionate importance to things that I don't have an affinity for - as if anything that I hate to do must be noble and worthy, and anything I enjoy is just "wasting time."
So maybe I need to re-evaluate my messy tendencies and instead of seeing them as some sort of shortcoming, embrace them as evidence that my priorities simply lie elsewhere.
Anyhow, I was mulling this all over this afternoon while I was futzing in my front yard pulling some weeds - which was really just an excuse to be outside enjoying the beautiful weather instead of vacuuming the carpet, which is what I felt that I really "should" be doing.
So when the mail man came by and said hello, I made some off the cuff remark about the size of the weeds and how perhaps I should have tackled the job sooner. He smiled, shrugged and said,"Yes, but who has the time?"
Ha! Who has the time, indeed!
So tell me... am I the only person who suffers from this tendency to devalue things that come easy? Are you able to honor your personal priorities, or do you beat up on yourself for not being "good enough?" I'd love to know what kind of things make you think think: "how do they possibly have time for that?"