I was visiting my mom yesterday and realized how similar our messiness is.
I guess it runs in the family. I have to say though, that she is a lot more organized than I am, but then again, she collects a lot more stuff than I do. She packs it all away in boxes & drawers, file cabinets, shelves & closets. I could never remember where everything is if I had that much stuff (I think she is beginning to forget where it all is too).
Now every time I visit the table is covered with the most used items, the most recent projects, and the current stacks of want-to-do’s & will-get-to’s. Unfortunately it’s getting harder & harder for her to do her craft projects due to arthritis, osteoporosis, as well as memory & concentration issues, basically old age. (Oh would she be mad if she read that!)
Too many things to do and so little time. That is life, that’s my mom, that’s me, and that’s my daughter too. We have so many ideas, inspirations, plans, projects, but we just can’t get to it all. Make priorities, yes. Make lists, plan, eliminate, accomplish what’s most important. Yes, we do all that, but we still want to do more. Someday we will.
Another genetic trait that runs through the 3 generations is being a helper type of person & doing all this stuff to give gifts. If we could have been paid for all this mess we’ve created we would be rich. Oh well, we like to think of ourselves as rich in other ways. It’s what we do, we like to create even if it makes a mess. Eventually it all gets sorted out and finds it’s rightful place.