|Planting Wedding Dahlias in raised Bed 1 of 2|
No, I operate with a new decision making framework: how important is this to me on a scale of 1-10? Take the weekends for example:
Saturday and Sunday mornings are for sleeping in, cuddling, and a yummy brunch at the table where we solve the worlds problems and plan our weekend and week ahead. I slip out of bed, make coffee & tea, cut up fruit and put the bacon in the oven. I set the table and listen to morning jazz. I pour the coffee into one of my favorite mugs. I do all of this without thinking because I am in my own home. I slowly spin around, a dance of sorts, as I pull things from the drawers and cupboards, I am home, in my space. I can let my hair down and let my flaws show. There is nothing here but love and space and love. I play in my garden, hit up a yoga class, make time for meal prep, and catch up with friends and family. Maybe there are 3-5 house things I put on the list, but they don't take me more than 2-3 hours of time. We grocery shop on Sunday nights and do some wedding planning tasks, but that's it. I have packed away the compulsive need to get everything done in two days.
Sharing a small space with someone can be challenging. It takes love, compromise, love, and more compromise. And what I have found is that it is not just about delegating. It's about acts of service from the heart. Giving yourself over to your space and putting a magical touch on it allow a sense of sacred infuse every corner, as well as your heart.
It feels oh so good to be home.