I am no Housewife. Yes I work a full time job and I’m a full time mom as well. I know there are many ladies out there that do both of those jobs, and keep the house clean. Maybe not spotless, no one’s perfect, but “well-kept”. I am not one of those ladies.
Now, my house isn’t filthy. We don’t have any inside animals which helps, but there is always a scattering of laundry, wrappers, dishes, and toys that keeps the house in an eternal state of unclean.
Seeing as how it’s FINALLY spring, I analyzed my dirty house this weekend with a more detailed eye, and came to the conclusion that it needs a good “spring cleaning.” This will probably end up to be a “summer cleaning” as I’m much better at procrastination than just about anything else.
As my procrastination excelling mind often does, my thoughts started to wander away from brooms and bleach and toward a realization about what really happens every Spring. Maybe it’s something in the air, or finally feeling the Texas heat on my skin again, but every Spring I start to realign my personal wants and goals. I think of new habits or crafts I’d like to try. I think of new places I’d like to visit. I think of what I want to be when I grow up. It’s a spring revival, and spring cleaning of the mind, and I don’t know how long it’s been going on without me realizing it, but now it’s painfully obvious that I do it.
There are two sides to it of course. Why, every year, do I feel the need to change around how I feel about this or that, or decide if something really is that important or not, or find in myself a sudden want to take up some sport or exercise regime that, come on, is never going to happen? I’m supposed to be a grown up. I’m supposed to be confident in myself and my strengths, right? Why do I search for something new? Am I unhappy? Am I bored? Is there something so obviously missing from my life and I’m just to dumb or scared to find it?
I don’t think so. I really don’t. I am happy with my life. I wouldn’t trade what I have in my family, friends, and successes for anything. I choose to think the other side of it all is the better side. That side says it’s fine. It’s fine to have new wants and wishes and fears and failures. It’s fine to search into yourself to see what you’re really capable of.
This year I got sidelined by the realization, but I’m looking forward to finding out the new adventures I’m going to put myself through this year. I wrote that with a little chuckle at myself, because I know me, and I know that no matter what happens, next Spring will bring in something new.