“A Sunday well spent brings a week of content”.
How true this is. As Christmas fast approaches, I find myself deep in the throes of purging. All the accumulated paperwork, Kinder Egg toys, Birthday cards for three and long expired vouchers. It’s the time just before Christmas, when you put all the presents on top of/at the back of the wardrobe and you suddenly have the revelation that you’re going to have to find a proper home for all of this on Dec 26 leads me into a slight panic. This has driven a bit of a tidy and a huge amount of reflection on my part.
I was talking to a friend this week about New Years’ Resolutions and whether we’d made any progress towards them. I think this year has been a bit of a shit-show all round really, so perhaps I should be kinder to myself and focus on what I have achieved, rather than the shortfall. My word for next year (this year if you follow the Pagan wheel…) is “Curate”. Curated possessions, curated friends, curated social media, curated clients, curated emotions. The Internet in general and Instagram in particular have a lot to answer for in showing how neat life can be. I’m a very neat monster. I like things to be tidy and ordered, and a visit recently to the Present&Correct shop in Islington really cemented how much I am soothed by order. I mean, my mental state should probably be the subject of another post, but in a nutshell, order=good, chaos=bad.