Yes, I can count. Yes, I am aware that I missed Day 8. Yes, I feel very bad about it. But that’s okay, because I’ve forgiven myself and here I am at Day 9.
My bedroom is a mess. In fact, if it were just my bedroom, it would not be a mess. It would be exceedingly tidy. But I share it with a messy man. Consequently it is…….messy. Mess upsets me. I know there are bigger things in the world to worry about than mess. But it gets to me. Especially when I try very hard to keep it tidy and the significant other comes along, happily tossing items of clothing wherever he sees fit. This happens every day. So every day I pick up said items of clothing and put them in their rightful place. Today, I decided not to. Today I turned around and walked away.
How is this positive, you ask? Well, I don’t really know, except that I feel just a little lighter, so I think it may be a good thing. Tomorrow may be different. Tomorrow I may see the mess and decide that there’s absolutely no way I can leave it there.
But that’s tomorrow.
