I have been looking for my cord that attaches to my phone so I can upload photos to my computer. I forgot the name of that thing. My husband thought any old cord would work but not so. It would not do the trick. But, in the process of looking for my cord, I got my desk cleaned off and my top desk drawer completely organized.
I wonder if cleaning house would help me get out of this mood I have been in since I retired a couple months ago. I just don’t feel very useful or creative anymore. Somehow I have lost the flow, not that I ever had it. I know that I used to clean my house more and did enjoy it. It seems I was more creative in those days too.
I think I will grab a rag and start with the dusting of the office on my porch. Maybe I can listen to Pandora and my collection of music while I clean. Maybe better still, I could listen to a lecture of some topic I enjoy that I never get the time to hear. I love listening to lectures or politics or some topic I know nothing about on the radio when I sew. I learn an awful lot.
I have to be learning when I am doing something routine, dull or automatic.
I love to put in a CD or listen to a video when I am doing something important but not urgent such as cleaning a room. I like to learn about herbs, guns, apologetics, laws and history.
I like topics that are difficult or complicated or dull for some reason. Dull for most people. But I can’t sit and watch a sports game on television or sit through a conversation too long on the phone or go to a big family or group gathering without becoming unconscious. Weird.
Papers, papers, papers….why do I save so many?
I have too many papers around that are meaningless to me anymore now that I am not working and have new formed interests. I have addresses and notes and recipes I intended to one day file away in their proper place. I kept cards from people letting me know of their gratitude because of a small gesture I bestowed on them. What am I keeping these for?
It felt good to empty not one, not two but three full baskets of trash from paperwork I finally got rid of. The wallet-sized grand children’s photos got cut down to fit inside a business card holder I must have found at a yard sale. That was in my top desk drawer with no business cards in it. I already have one that I use. What was I thinking.
Collecting for a good reason is not hoarding….or is it?
I am a bit of a hoarder, but not really any more than the other guy. I am hard on myself. I just hate extra junk around, yet I collect it. I do get rid of things though at a greater rate than the things I collect so our home is becoming less and less filled with stuff. I collect things I think that the grand children will enjoy when they come to our house to play or visit.
My life is forever evolving around family, things and what I am doing with my life. Kids get older and we see less and less of them. My usefulness is diminishing so I must find ways to still contribute. I have my flower gardens that bring enjoyment mostly for my husband and I but I do share my plants with others freely, I might add. That is the fun of everything, when you can give things away to your neighbor expecting nothing in return.
Distractions….”SQUIRREL”….I admit, I could be part Beagle.
I better make more nectar for the hummingbird feeders. One of them has grown cloudy with all the heat we have been having. The bees are fighting the hummingbirds for the sweet drink. Usually the bees win. They must have an awful sting. I get to watch the battle and these visits as I sit at my computer. One reason I don’t want to move my office to our spare room upstairs, although it would be better for my writing.
I have learned to get along with my husband during these days of retirement and often times we are both home. He in the garage or yard and me inside the home more unless I am in my gardens. He likes to tell me every little plan in his day and where he will be and what he will be doing as it unfolds. “Honey”, I tell him. “You don’t need to give me a play by play.” Now I am learning to just tune him out. Or, I will let him know that I want to do some writing. He knows to leave me alone when I write.
I am happy he likes to run the errands, go out to help his kids (adults now) that need help putting up a fence, fixing a mower, painting a room or whatever project they have going on. I get to have this time to myself….to write….to weed my flower beds or to sew.
Could my creativity be hiding under my cobwebs?
I think I will get my vacuum out and dust this room. Maybe I will find my cord that I have been looking for. I always find something when I clean. It always pays off. Could the activity alone that is involved with cleaning a room help my creative side?
I used to me so much more creative. Ideas would just come to me and also how to implement these ideas and execute them. At least I thought I was creative years ago. People told me so. Where has my creativity gone? Out the window? Which window? Maybe cleaning will help me find it again.