The last few years I have been real bad about cleaning. See I have an Eric and he is quite good at it so why not let him go to town. When I was in school for my Bachelors I would clean instead of study so the house was looking pretty good. Looking back, I guess my down fall would be the summer of 2009. I decided to take a break from school and I housework. When I signed up for grad school in 2012 Eric was excited because he thought the cleaning would start again but for some reason it did not. I found other things to do to procrastinate doing my school work. I have had good intentions to start the cleaning process then feel so overwhelmed and move on to netflix and holding my couch down.
I have finally began the process of cleaning since grad school ended in April 2014. I decided that I am in dire need of downsizing and this should help the prcoess of cleaning. I find that I tend to collect, ok maybe hoard some things. I have got piles and piles of shoes and I tend to wear the same ones. Purses spilling out of storage bins in the basement closet, and if you know me well I do not tend to carry a purse. I have book upon books collecting dust on the shelves, many I have read and still many I have not. I realized I have multiple junk drawers full of random trinkets from trips, or weird little things my friends thought I must have.
I did finally de-clutter my closet, with a giant pile of clothes now on the floor getting ready to be donated. I still have that dress I bought in Ireland back in 2009 that I worn once or that angry sweatshirt I bought in Baltimore that just makes me smile. I guess something I am not ready to let go of yet. I then moved on to my book shelves, which obviously cause a huge distraction in my multitasking brian. I began looking at the covers of some of my favorite books, causing me to ponder the idea of reading them again. Which I know I will never get around to it. Until I found a book I received a few years ago, from my mother-in-law. This book I did take the time to sit down a read again. It’s a quick read but the life changing messages. The Book in The Dash: Making a difference with your life by Linda Ellis and Mac Anderson.
by Linda Ellis
I read of a man who stood up to speak
at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
from beginning… to the end.
He noted the first came the date of her birth
and spoke of the following dates with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.
For the dash represents all the time
that she spend alive on earth
and now only those who loved her
know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own,
the cars…the house…the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard;
are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
that can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
to consider what’s true and real
and always try to understand
the way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect
and more often with a smile…
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is being read
with your life’s actions to rehash,
would you be proud of the things they say
about how you spent your dash?
As I sitting here writing this random blog I realized I got distracted again (Look a squirrel), which is just what I needed. My home does not have to be perfect and I like that I could write in the dust if I wanted to. I am going to try and live my dash as best I can for I want people laughing at my expense at my funeral and remembering all the great memories we made over the years.