I’m not a neat freak. Not by a long shot. I try and at least keep my living room and kitchen tidy but living in such a small space makes the difficult sometimes, especially during busy seasons when I just have time to run home, drop something off, grab food and run off somewhere else. Things pile up pretty quickly around here. When I’m at home with a mess, there’s always this nagging voice in the back of my head, scolding me to clean it up, which makes my relaxing time a little less relaxing. I just live in tension with the clutter, promising myself to clean it up. Someday.
And when that Someday comes, oh, it is so glorious. The counters are sparkling. I can see my carpet again. I can move freely about my little space without worrying about disturbing a mountain of papers or a pile of dishes. The tension is gone and my home is more peaceful.
New Year’s reminds me of that. I love New Year’s because as much as I love Christmas and holiday goodness, by the time Dec. 31 rolls around, it’s all starting to feel a little bit… stale. Don’t get me wrong. I’m glad our year ends with such festivity, that we have practically a month to close out the year (in my mind the holiday seasons starts with Thanksgiving) with various celebrations, sweets, family and friends.
But too much of a good thing is, well, too much. By now, I’m ready for normal. It’s like being on vacation for a while. It’s all fun and good but eventually you just want to go home and get back into a routine.
New Year’s is a time for a fresh start. New beginnings. It’s that first day back home from vacation. A time to re-orient ourselves, re-establish goals and intentions and get back to the “real-ness” of life. To clear the decks, vacuum the carpet and move about more freely.
I’m ready for normal again. How about you?
Happy New Year!