Organization is not my strong suit. It is; however, something I long for. Last year I promised myself that I’d be more organized, only to find that I’m probably less organized this year than I was last. This is not something that I happily share because it’s something that I’ve wanted to do for so long but every attempt seems to be more of a struggle.
In my own idealism, I’d be this wonderfully tempered person, the kind of person who whistles while she works happily on the business of her home. I’d like to have my duster out busting those bunnies to the happy harmonies of Christmas Cheers by Straight No Chaser, (very entertaining). I’d have my children schooled by noon, my dinner done by five (a nice sit down meal with the family) and put about five hours per day into my shops. I probably should add that my idealistic me would have plenty of time to spend doing things my children want to do and still have the exuberance to earnestly smile at my husband because the day has been so sunny.
Well that’s NOT what my days are like. So realistically I’m wearing many hats and sometimes my organization crumbles. I read books like Welcome Home by Emilie Barnes and I’m encouraged enough to try again to make something of organizational structure. I look at the faces of my children and I’m inspired to give them a promising classical education while teaching them that they CAN be successful in unconventional ways. I suppose the point is that I do this every day to keep from feeling the sting of failure when I don’t get something done that I would have liked to. My days are discombobulated sometimes but I’m a working progress who can’t give up on the values I have or those that the ones I love have placed in me. That’s what’s most important to me, and that’s what I must constantly keep in the forefront of my mind.
I AM a working progress, taking little steps to achieve great results with as little stress as possible.