I lost my shit the other night. Tears. I don’t tend to cry in front of other people if I can help it. It came about as we were discussing bedtime with my sister in law.
My kids have always been shit sleepers, tough to get to bed, worse at staying in bed and then often up throughout the night.
I get frustrated as all hell with them when they’re up and down constantly but I also hold firm that if they didn’t wake up tomorrow, that surely one last cuddle this day wouldn’t matter, especially if I never got to hold them again.
Damn it, I’m tearing up.
I have no grandparents. They all passed while I was in my 20’s or younger. My Nana passed away at 64. Her son, my uncle is the same age. My mum is having some health scares at the moment - she will be 61 in April. I am 36 this year which means I am potentially over half way through my life. That’s scary as hell, I’m just getting started!
Time is so fleeting in the grand scheme of things.
Time is the silent architect of our existence which invites us to cherish each passing moment. With so much to live for and experience why are allowing the clutter in our lives to strip the minutes and hours away from us.
Why are we wasting it scheduling appointments and meetings that leave us feeling dull and flat?
Why are we wasting it searching for items we’ve lost in the mountain of items that are somehow meaningful and stressful at the same time?
E nergy and
Time can also be a catalyst for change, it beckons us to unravel the chaos, to reclaim moments lost amidst the disarray.
Reclaim those busy schedules
Reclaim the minutes searching for items by decluttering and organising your home.
Increase your productivity.
Spend your greatest asset, time, holding the ones that mean the most to you. We never know when our, or our loved ones, may take their final breath on earth - do you really want to miss the most important moments because the clutter in your life is controlling you?