Friday, February 02, 2007

Cleaning
After finishing my big writing assignment and sending it off yesterday, I am now cleaning my office, which has become a pig sty over the last weeks since all my attention has been devoted to Old Testament lessons. I don't enjoy cleaning, but the finished product, the blank slate, the dusted desk is a wonderful relief. Clutter stresses me out. I can't think straight. Some people do just fine ignoring the piles of old magazines gathering in the corner of the room. But I can think better when clutter is--at least--at a minimum.

I came home cranky from church last night--not because anything that happened at church. It was actually quite a wonderful sermon. But I was just tired of my week, tired of being awake, tired of helping my son make sure he had his spelling words down, tired of doing dishes, just tired. An hour of reading a decent book did me a lot of good. My brain gets tired of thinking so much sometimes.

But today the sun is shining off the snow, the geese are honking as they fly above my house, and my dog is sitting at the back window, watching the birds gather at my bird feeder. Morning is a gift.

5 comments:

  1. Anonymous10:53 AM

    OK, you're not allowed to come over to our house anymore. We live in continuous clutter, much to my husband's dismay. His desk at church is extremely clean, however ;-)

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  2. I operate so much better when I get the clutter cleared out. Unfortunately, I seem to leave a trail of it everywhere I go!

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  3. Oh Jacqui, you are goofy. There is still plenty of clutter left in our house too. Sometimes it bothers me more than others. :)

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  4. I'm not so sure about the whole clean/clutter question. I just can't buy into the "morning is a gift" thing. A booby prize, maybe.

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  5. Ha ha, Peter. Sounds like you're not a morning person!

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