One of my cousins posted a picture on Facebook of her seemingly messy family room. She then went on to describe away the “mess” – books out because four of her children stayed up an hour late to read to her the night before, a hot pack that eases her daughter’s sore shoulder which is not a torn ligament so she will be able to continue competing as a swimmer, random drawings by little girls, etc. She ended the Facebook post by asking, “What does the picture of your life look like?”
|Meeko camouflaged on the chair|
and Fen sprawled out on the floor.
My immediate response was mine would include four dogs, but I think the question calls for more thought than that. Surely the picture of my life would be neat and tidy; I am an organizational freak, after all. There are times, of course, when clutter happens, but that’s something I’ve always fought against. – a place for everything and everything in its place. My picture would look inviting and comfortable: furnishings chosen and arranged to indicate they’re to be used, not just viewed; toys, blankets, and high chair all within easy reach; multiple dog beds; stacks of books and magazines; my laptop always nearby, an end table for every seat – what good is a place to sit if there’s not a place to set your coffee?
My picture pretty much describes who I am: organized, open, inviting with a penchant for children and dogs. Oh, and the furniture is red, of course.
What does the picture of your life look like?