So, I more or less locked myself out for a few weeks. I forgot my password, and the site updated and didn’t remember it either. Then I woke up one day and magically knew what it was. So, I’m back!
Being locked out meant that I didn’t do my usual New Year’s post. I give every year a phrase: a mantra, a battle cry, a chapter title, think of it however you will. This year it is but one word: Defragging.
Of course, if you plan to defrag that implies that there is fragmentation. I’m pretty sure that my head, my space, and my schedule got into that state in much the same way that a computer drive gets this way: things get very full and so you start stuffing anything new where ever it fits, as it comes in, and then it’s all a jumble with bits here and there and everywhere, and everything takes longer and doesn’t work as well.
I’m not really sure what this is going to entail, practically speaking, but I’m sure I’ll find out. I do know what I’d like the end result to be:
1) A living space that’s more functional and less cluttered, with things organized sensibly (as in, they make sense to me, I really don’t care if anyone else can make sense of it).
2) A magical arrangement of work, school, Girl Scouts, outings, errands, and all the rest of it, that leaves me less stressed, more connected to the important people I want to spend time with, and with more room for fun, creativity, and adventure.
3) Less space in my head, and emotional energy, sucked up by worrying, fretting, and ruminating on to-do lists, and more of that space and energy for being present and enjoying what’s actually going on in the moment.
So I have a point A and a point B, but in high Mumsy style I have no idea what’s in between, and I seem to have left the map at home. That’s the best way, really.