It’s funny how deep issues are reflected in mundane activities. Last month I switched the guest room and Beau’s room. Beau’s room was the size of your typical bedroom in a new house – small with just enough room for a bed, a dresser, and a desk, and not much space for playing. On the other hand the guest room was twice the size of Beau’s room with two closets and oodles of space to play and spread out. It was silly to cramp Beau’s style. The switch was an easy decision.
I had a grand time setting up a twin bed for him with new bedding, moving the recliner in there, and arranging his toy shelves and bookcases just so. The best part was moving his slide in there and getting it out of our family room. The end result was simple, functional, and roomy. Perfect.
And then came my battle with the guest room. Well, it’s a guest room for only a few weeks out of the year. When my mom (our only visitor for the most part) isn’t here it has become a catch-all for papers, projects, out-of-season clothes, outgrown clothes, things that I will someday use. My battle with this room is never ending. It has always been this way, through three houses.
It’s not that I can’t organize things… I have boxes of file folders waiting to be filled, empty plastic bins to keep things in an orderly fashion, and tons of closet space to effectively store these items. Do I do any of this? No. So while I pour over Nesting Place ( I seriously adore everything about her house and her philosophy) I think to myself I can so get my house together for real. And then I start….and then I call it quits. And I finally realized why. It’s not just about filing bills and organizing clothes. It should be. Instead it’s about me facing all those decisions that in hindsight I regret having made. So while Beau’s room is about the future, this room is stuck in the past for me. And this year I am determined to tackle it and my issues once and for all.