I had intended to go to a de-cluttering workshop today. After all, what
apartment or brain can't use a little de-cluttering once in a while?
I never got there. Between kids and their homework and me and the
housework, it just didn't quite work out. Instead, I ended up making
sandwiches at a meals for the homeless program where many of my friends
and their families volunteer. While my son was a peanut butter spreading
maniac, I tried to keep up with the jelly, and was able to reconnect
with friends as, together, we packed up several thousand sandwiches.
Then we went home and, as always, attacked our cluttered apartment.
It would be easy to bemoan the fact that, as often happens, I missed
something I wanted to do because it didn't fit in with the needs of
everyone else. In this case, however, it turned out to be kind of a
happy accident--in not fighting for something I thought I wanted to do, I
ended up being part of something bigger
(something that might not have given me instructions on how to
de-clutter my home, but gave me a little perspective on whether de-cluttering pointers were what what I needed most).
Sometimes we need to do more than "go with the flow." Sometimes it's
important to stand up for what we want.
But sometimes, a little happy
accident ends up being just what we need.
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