Today I am particpating in the Ultimate Blog Swap. You’ll find me posting over at Bringing the Sunshine, about finding our ideal path in life, and I’m excited to welcome Nony the Slob from the Slob Comes Clean to Living the Balanced Life (PS: if you are new here, feel free to click over to the Start Here page to learn more about living a balanced life!):
My love language is time.
Such a beautiful phrase. Somewhat poetic and impressively self-aware, right?
But this concept has a dark side.
While it’s important to me to spend my time doing the activities I love and being with the people I love . . . I absolutely despise wasting time. Few things make me more cranky.
Most of my big-decision-making is based around time.
- How much time will this commitment steal from my family?
- Will the time required to complete this PTO project keep me from being able to maintain order in my home?
- No, I’m sorry. I can’t help you move this weekend. I’m spending time with my husband.
With these types of decisions, I’m practical, decisive, and assertive. (And sometimes maybe a little scary.) But like I said, there’s a dark side. An ironic, dark side.
Here’s the thing. Piles mysteriously and magically appear in my home. I’m constantly amazed at how a spot which I “just cleared” can suddenly contain a three-foot-high pile, waiting to topple at any moment.
As I’ve been working to change my slob-brain over the past year and a half, I’ve realized things. Those piles don’t just happen the way I always thought they did. They are the result of lots of tiny decisions.
Taking that book all the way to the kids’ room instead of depositing it on the all-too-convenient dresser that’s right inside the door? I just don’t have the time.
Walking the four feet to the trash can instead of placing those no-reason-to-keep-them school papers on the same dresser? Can’t right now. I’m in a hurry.
Heading all the way to the garage to put the out-of-season pool toys in the spot that’s actually designated for them? Ummm, I have so many more important things to do.
The irony is that my I-don’t-have-the-time-right-now-to-complete-this-unimportant-task attitude wastes time.
Tons of it.
Here’s one not-so-theoretical example:
I am rushing out of the house. You know, to get to something that I feel is worthy of my time. In my haste, I knock over a pile. Right in front of the door. Right where I can’t justify ignoring it.
I no longer have a choice about how I spend my time. Unless I want everything in that pile trampled and broken by six little un-seeing feet, I have to clean it up.
In the moment when I have no time to give.
In all of those tiny moments, as I think that I’m making time-saving decisions, I’m really setting myself up for a big waste of time.
And like I said, nothing irritates me more . . . than wasting time.
Nony is a full-time mom who loves her job, but struggles to keep from letting stuff take over her home. She shares (with complete honesty) the struggles, successes and failures of her deslobification process on her blog, A Slob Comes Clean.