I poured my Maxwell House coffee out of it's blue plastic container and into a hinged glass jar. I organized the kids' dressers. I got rid of my microwave.
Life is short. And we need to find joy where we can. So these first days of the new year, I've been thinking about what brings me joy and what doesn't. Making changes where I can, changing me when there is nothing else to be done.
I doubt that I will ever like laundry, but after ridding the kids closets and drawers of stained clothing, things they've outgrown, those things that I hate to see them wear, all the sudden the task feels lighter. Folding their tiny bits of fabric and then placing them among other tiny bits of fabric brings me a certain satisfaction.
And the things I do like, I've been honoring them. I love my Shovels and Rope grocery tote, and it makes me happy every time I bring it to Chesapeake's Bounty (a store that also makes me ridiculously happy to support) and fill it with local milk, eggs, and greens. It's a simple act that makes me feel a spark of happiness. I'm trying to train myself to notice those sparks.
It's easy to get caught up in life's small annoyances. But the person I aspire to be, doesn't let those things rob me.
I want to be a person who revels in the small and mundane rituals of the day.
Who notices how the ordinary is beautiful.