If you had to choose, would you live in rooms that were always tidy or always untidy?
I love our tidyish clutteredish sitting room, but it is even better like this:
|Post Restorative Yoga Sitting Room|
A few weeks ago I took a photo of our dining room in my middle of my accounts organising
A computer and one file. That is not how it looks most days. Most days, like this morning, it's between the two. There are six pens, a laptop, a spoon, a magazine, some receipts and envelopes, a photo, a catalogue. And a few more things. But mainly bundled together at the end where we don't eat. There are other places I could have adopted as my study, but this place has light from the window, a view of the garden and is at the centre of the house. I don't like to be tidied away to the edges.
I love tidying after chaos, and I enjoy watching the chaos edge in again.
Jeremy is much tidier than me, but not as tidy as my mother, and I thank him for his patience. I am much earlier than him, but not as early as my father. We have compromised to find places and times that work. If I had to choose, I would always be early. If I had to choose, I would always be untidy.
Today I planned to write about Restorative Yoga, which can help you to feel more yourself, but instead I've written about untidiness, an important element of my life. Writing this has made me realise I am quite passionate about it. Till now it has been an unacknowledged passion though. It is so normal to apologise for even a teacup out of its cupboard. It is assumed that tidy = right. Tidy claims the moral high ground. If you have the luxury of choice, and if it won't make the people you love unhappy, choose to be who you are and not to nag yourself about it, whether you are ultra tidy or ultra untidy, ultra early or ultra late. Or of course somewhere in the middle.
Next time, I plan to write about the benefits of Restorative Yoga. But I'm not going to nag myself about it.