Do you have some clothes that you haven’t worn for 6 months, or even 1 year? Are you going to wear them again, really? They may not be bad, you just haven’t worn them for one reason or another. Not your style, you forgot about them, you don’t ‘feel’ them… The list is endless.
But please think of that person who hasn’t had a new piece of clothing for those 6 months. Or simply doesn’t have enough to wear. And is cold, tattered…
I’ve spent the afternoon de-cluttering and organizing a bedroom. After working for about 3 hours, throwing out 2 huge paper bags of clutter, sweeping, cleaning and dusting, the room looks more or less the same as when I began.
To the ordinary observer, there may not be much difference between how it looked when I started, and how it looks now. But to me, I know there’s a huge difference. I know where the difference lies under the beds and chairs, in the boxes and in the drawers. I know it’s much fresher than when I began, and I am pleased with my work, with myself even.
Many times we read books about great women who were great home-makers, who disciplined their children tenderly and taught them great values. A few examples are oft given to elaborate these and other points, but many times they do not exceed a few paragraphs. The entire life of these women’s home-making deeds are summed up in a few (measly) paragraphs, and that’s about it.
Many times I have come across profiles of big CEOs who run several companies, sit on several boards, take charge of charities, write several books not to mention offer guidance and mentoring in their family circles. Many people look up to them, and when it comes to the truly great, they make those around them feel t hat they too, can become great. They make it look like it is actually possible to do so many things and touch so many lives.
You can’t fault silence, and neither can you regret it. You experience no guilt about something that you did not say. You do not mess up your character or reputation and you do not assume responsibilities for promises you made. You do not have to sooth or undo any pains that may have otherwise been caused. There are no words to take back, no regrets, and no-one is disrespected.
When I got there, I requested to withdraw a certain amount. He agreed. He asked whether I had my ID, I said I’d forgotten it in the rush to get out of the house. He said that he couldn’t let me withdraw because I didn’t have my ID and that he’d already had his account blocked for a month for allowing that to happen with someone else.
Just the other day, a friend and I were talking about my morning schedule, now that I work from home. I told her how I do it. I wake up, prepare the family, have my devotion, handle the housework and then sit at my desk to begin the other work – Amazing Girl Mentorship Services and Cool Media, not to mention my studies – I’m pursuing my Masters in Library and Information Science at Kenyatta University.
I ran after her and covered her shadow with mine, and she couldn’t see hers any more. I made gestures with my hands and she copied them. We looked funny!
I didn’t make the bed this morning.
I’ve been doing some spring-cleaning this morning. While folding clothes in the bedroom, I got really tired. I was tempted to make the bed and lie in it, a little, perhaps, just to catch my breath and then continue.
But I didn’t want to, because I know myself. I would probably have made it then set myself on it. I would probably have closed my eyes for the perfect rest, and well, truth be told, dozed off. I would have woken up to the next urgent thing, and cleaning under the bed would have been put off for another time.