I can’t count the number of times I look around the house and think what a mess. It is usually followed by a big sigh and a feeling of frustration at never getting ahead of the task at hand. The feeling swells and engulfs me, somedays I will just try to ignore it and other I sit down write down lists, organize, label, throw and sort.
I look at the big picture and I miss the details. The beloved objects that lay around the house. Lately every time I catch myself thinking what a mess, I make myself think instead “it’s a loved house, it is well lived in”.
So I will try to ignore the big picture and see the details instead until the next time.