Taking Life too Seriously

I just had a wonderful wake-up call.

For the past 10 days, I've been "head-down-full-steam-ahead-don't-pause-for-anything" in getting my house unpacked and organized. To say that organization is an obsession with me is not overstating the case at all. Problem is, I'm a perfectionist. Thus, I'm never as organized as I think I should be. In fact, I often feel like I'm failing in my goal to keep my life together.

Then I read something by author Cyndy Salzmann who suggested we "take encouragement about the laundry pile from Genesis 2:20, 'They were naked and not ashamed.'" I laughed out loud, and will continue chuckling all day. Particularly since I've been doing laundry for three days now, in and around meals, unpacking, excursions with my children, etc.

My lesson for the day?

I've become so absorbed in the details of my life, I've been forgetting to live. I've been getting lots done, but I haven't been enjoying being alive.

Sometimes our circumstances are plain old not fun. But there should still be moments of joy, moments where I let go of my to-do list and my perfectionism, and just appreciate the little things.

Like the fact I don't have to be naked.

Check out Cyndy's website at www.realandsimple.com.