I used to be neat and tidy. At least I think I was.
But now I have children. And I've learned that having a clean house is almost impossible. And not a lot of fun.
So I've let it go. Really, really go.
But I like to keep just one corner the way I like it. I clear away the crap from this one spot over and over again, just so I can gaze admiringly at it: tidy and colorful and clear. It's amazing really, that I'm able to blur the mess all around me and just focus on this one little corner and all that I love about it. But I can.
And I do.
Ahhhhhh..... Don't you just want to curl up in this lovely spot with a book and a glass of lemonade? (Well, not right now as it's 37 degrees here, but, you know, in a month or so.)
Then, if I turn around and take a picture of the corner exactly opposite, I am back to reality.
Though this reality has a beauty all its own.