The world can wait

 

It was the end of a long day.

Last week I have been with a gallbladder crisis that left me feeling really tired, I also delivered a book translation on time, and have done little of my housework. It happens I have plans for my home, to make it more cozy and comfortable this winter, a place where I look forward to going to at the end of each day. A clean and organized home is an efficient one.

And this rambling thinking  is  typical of me at the end of each work delivery: to look around at the mess that was created by neglect. In the hurry and rush of modern life is good to know that at the end of the day there is a tranquility oasis waiting for us. One where we can run away to, where we can hide from the world.

I come home, at the end of each day, and think about everything I have to do there. And that upsets my soul and the quality of my leisure as deep down inside I have to know that everything is in its place. I don´t know if I have control issues…hope not, but one thing is certain, I feel an unmeasured need to reduce to the maximum the visual noise around me. I don´t get along with the chaos, even though I know there is order in it.

Yes, I´ve read Marie Kondo. I discovered her last year when I was almost beginning my summer vacations. I remember having discovered Marie Forleo around that time too. Both focused on subjects I had long thought about but hadn´t talk about with anyone. It was good to know I was not alone. God noticed my doubts and unanswered questions and send them. I was so happy with the discovery that it became the best summer ever. I even called it Marie´s summer. It´s good to find people that understand us, regardless they live on the other side of the world.

It took me another summer (last summer) to get to the conclusion that housework does not rhyme with summer vacations. We don´t get to do the work and we ruin the vacations. There is only hot and sweat and then there is the saying, live and learn.

So this sunny November weekend, after a month and a half of working in translating a lovely book (a work done at night and on the weekends) I decided to focus on my apparent caos. Sunday. All day! By the end of the afternoon, I stopped feeling my legs. I completed the task at hand and decided to take a foaming bath and do nothing more.

Exactly at the moment I was putting one of  my legs in the water and was beginning to feel the soothing effects of the hot water on my muscles my cell phone rang. I had no idea who it was, was completely  exhausted and drained, and the hot and sweet ambiance being given by the bath appealed to me greatly.

I said to myself no, not now, the world can wait.

 

Annie Blue