That's Just Fine / Self-Talk Therapy

[nfotxn]

A tiny digression before I go on: lately it seems each step in whatever direction in life comes in like a sun shower. Unexpected and brief moments of clarity rain down briefly and depart leaving me still humid, sweaty and sticky. Well, wishful thinking at least. Today Hamilton has a sever winter storm warning. Not Toronto, London, Windsor or Kitchener.. just Hamilton. Like a storm just popped up in the middle of this shit, dumps it's load and dissipates before it hits any floor-to-ceiling condo windows in Toronto.

Mind boggling.

Today's revelation, of sorts, is that I am totally fine with my lifestyle. Not that I don't aspire to creative creative heights, that's always been the case, just funny little 'life style' things. Is that one word yet, "lifestyle"? You'd think so. But I am at peace with the fact that my kitchen sparkles but once or twice a month. That I only make my bed when company is coming over and that I often don't take my garbage to the curb for periods of 2-3 weeks at a time. All sorts of rationalizations come into play. For instance in the summer I smuggly recite to myself that I've done so much composting that I can for-go my domestic responsibilities for the week. I've been responsible and am paying myself back for such pro-active environmentalism.

Not that it's necessarily a sort of shame. To me it's a level of comfort in life... disorganization is almost some sort of grand design that I must abide by. I am certainly an organizer by way of chaos and often wonder how that will effect me in my continuing adult life... will it limit my dating possibilities? I suppose it's just how a mind works really. My logic is decidedly fuzzy and never comes out organized in neatly identifiable patterns that could be discerned by a trained chimpanzee. And my revelation today is that I'm cool with that 'cause it ain't likely to change without perhaps some electroshock therapy.

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So it's decided, I will clean the breakfast dishes after I come home from work.

Comments

[bitterlawngnome.livejournal.com]

Umm Becky, will you please keep your icky Hamilton precipitation off my beautiful floor to ceiling condo windows? We lost our last maid when she couldn't keep her grip on the faux-sandstone facade while wiping spots of dew off their faultless surfaces, and fell the 20 stories to her death, and then since she as dead there was no-one to clean it up, it was horrible. The Bichons Frisees all had little bits of Consuela between their precious little toes. So just don't OK?

[satarnion.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I wish I lived in Pee-Wee Herman's house just so magic machines would do all that crap for me.

Read "Getting Rid of Clutter with Feng Shui"

[jamesfowler.livejournal.com]

Your garbage is there for more reason and has a bigger impact on your life than you think. I wonder if you might consider that this is something worth investigating.

[xtc-cub.livejournal.com]

If it makes you feel better, we got hit as well. The driving is horrible and people are getting more stupid with each snowflake!

But it should be gone soon. Don't you worry!

[fao.livejournal.com]

The life of the single men is almost perfect, you know... that's why God invented housekeeping services, or cleaning freaks friends, who can help you to maintain order, just when is necesary: Otherway, is your square-meter!