So I haven’t blogged in awhile. This blog, amongst other things, really reveals to me my perfectionistic tendencies. If I’m going to do something, dang it, I want to do it well.
I once read in Madeleine L’Engle’s Circle of Quiet, one of my favs, that in order to write she had to have two things: a ‘tower’ or private room away from the house in which she could write, and she had to let the housework go.
Therefore, she had time for her children, husband, friends, and writing. But the housework went.
I’m such a visual person, I have a very hard time letting the housework go. I still remember my own mom: beginning her to stop her work and play with us, begging her to drop everything (right then!) and see what we were doing, join our game. She had a very hard time coming to a sudden standstill…she really needed that last few strokes of the sponge over the counter, or the filling of the glass, or the last few items of clothing to be folded.
I get it now, Mom. I love finishing things too, creating an environment in which I can clear my mind away from chores and duties, and just…enjoy, create. Very often before I go to sleep, I straighten up the living room, finish the dishes. Before I can dive into the day’s ‘whatever’ I often have to finish the breakfast dishes, wipe the counter, organize my desk, and make myself a fresh cup of coffee. There. Focus begins.
Who can relate?
I just spent a super fun long weekend with my friends from California who stopped by our house for the last few days of their European vacation. We ate, talked, walked around the city. We talked, sipped drinks, shared the latest funny videos we’d come across. We walked around the city, ate, talked, took long drives. Shared life and our city for three days. I loved every minute.
Frans and I also celebrated both of our birthdays, one day apart. We are now the ages of our parents when they had children in elementary school. My skin continues to loose its elasticity, Frans is finding some white hairs in his new beard. We feel wise, and still very hip. Living in a city where you see gray-haired parents with cool frames and leather sneakers biking their very young children around, helps.
Heidi knew they would be here to celebrate with us, so she wrote my friends an e-mail asking them to send me a birthday card or small gift for my very first international birthday, and she would bring them to me. She also had presents inside and two boxes of Ghirardelli brownies. All in all, Jace and Heidi ridiculously spoiled me, along with my other friends, and I felt so loved. Frans and I also got two packages from the family, really fun thoughtful gifts.
We also got a rare photo together.
A favorite is already framed, from my brother and sister-in-law. The painting is by Sadee Schilling and carries the caption “Under the Same Stars.”
Our birthdays were a reminder: we are under the same stars.