The amount of work I can get done around the house with a little music and permission to go slow, to get distracted, to play in the midst of it, is pretty incredible. I seriously think I’m undiagnosed ADD. The way my mind works, it’s hard to settle, I’m bouncing from idea and topic like the pollinators in my backyard garden. Now, I can dig down and find the places to do the gritty, hard work when necessary, but that’s not where I normally live. Don’t get me wrong, I get stuff done, but it’s ANYTHING BUT LINEAR.
This morning, for example, I’ve bounced from laundry to dishes to communication with friends and family to getting things ready to bake cookies and now writing a blog post. To me this is ease. To me this is natural. I build in the ability to get distracted from one task to work on another and not be ashamed because the results speak for themselves–the projects get done and I have a fine time at it. It would probably make any type A personality start to get an eye twitch.
I think so often it’s easy to get trapped into thinking there’s the right way of doing things. There’s only one, idealized way. I know I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time in my life thinking I’m not good enough and finally, I’m starting to give myself a little grace. I’m not going to get on my hands and knees and scrub my floor every Friday at 5:30pm. Not gonna. Won’t. Refuse. I’ll clean it when it needs it. Or inspiration strikes. Or I have company coming. It’s remarkable when we give ourselves permission to be ourselves and then with a quirky twist begin to realize that person is likable.
I like that I spend a Sunday morning doing five different chores with a sense of whimsy and the randomness of my mood. The dishes are done, the oven is preheated, the laundry is getting taken care of, I’m writing. I’ll bake some epic cookies, too. I write all this as an invitation–an invitation to give yourself grace, to think about your way of doing things as neither right or wrong, just unique, and that maybe in the noise of everything around us, it’s okay to like the quiet rhythms of living and being authentically ourselves.
Feryl Files 