Our home is far from a thing of pristine beauty. Every room reflects the season of our life. Ebook writing, early Christmas decorating for a post on Monday, and a muddy yard results in all sorts of messy. I’m not a fussy housekeeper.
Sometimes I feel bad–focusing on the lack of order that I allow, letting my boys wear the same socks 2 days in a row. Instead, I’m choosing to be thankful for the abundance that surrounds us. The ability to do what I love at home and write about it, enjoying the season with family, and lots of much needed rain.
Is there something in your life that you can choose to stop beating yourself up over, knowing that some people would love to have to deal with your “problem”?