The one with my life confession...
/There are winter trees, aka Christmas decorations, on my mantle. It is February 18th.
My mantle is the one place I decorate seasonally. I used to do more—hand towels in the kitchen, baubles in the foyer and on tables—but I adopted minimalism into my life a few years back. For the record, when I say minimalism what I really mean is don’t open the garage, attic, or any closets or you will be swallowed whole by the vast amount of items I’m “storing.”
Yes, minimalism is a work in progress.
Back to my mantle. Trees. Typically, I remove the January winter trees and find a cute love saying, candles, or maybe put a few jars with candy on the mantle. Possibly, a sweet family picture. But this year I somehow missed the changeover from the longest January ever to the month of love.
Why? How? February is my birth month. It’s not like I didn’t know it was coming up.
I imagine it had something to do with: a weekend visit from friends, a winter dance showcase, a national anthem singing at the NBA game, an out of town dance convention the weekend after said birthday, tornados on said birthday, a hubby out of town for work, and a choir performance.
Oh right, life.
Life is why my mantle is aesthetically behind. Why my clean clothes are still in the basket. Why the grass isn’t mowed. The kitchen is primed but not painted. Why our dogs need haircuts, why our son needs a haircut. Why I need hair color!
Life is why nothing in my house is all that perfect right now. It is also why my family is happy. Why I’m happy.
So, excuse me for the messy bun, and the still half-finished projects all around our home.
We’re living our best lives.
I hope you’ll ignore the mess and remember to live too.
“Don’t get so busy making a living that you forget to make a life.”