I have dreams about what my life would be like with less clutter. The open feeling of clear counter tops. The organized shelves. The ease with which I will find every thing.
There will be more space in my life for stillness, for reflection, for relationship. There will be time for reading and enjoying and relaxing. Creativity will flow.
Open. Expansive. Free. Relaxed.
But somehow I just never seem to be able to get rid of enough stuff, organize it fast enough, put things where they belong.
The dream is probably all a lie, anyways. Even if my home were impeccable I'd probably still feel stressed and overworked and guilty for sitting with a book and forget where I put my keys.
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Mondays Mission is to write a post in the style of a food label. Just thinking about it makes me hungry. Or maybe that's because I haven't had breakfast yet.