People often say to me, “your house must be perfect.”
It’s not.
My friends and family can attest to that.
Sure, it’s my own little Petri dish and I have a lot of fun figuring out how to make it as organized as possible. I get to experiment and tinker in the hopes of a more streamlined and peaceful existence.
But it does NOT look like the cover of a Martha Stewart magazine. Or a model home for the Container Store. Or a recent HGTV makeover.
I can't do the dishes without Ray. Ray LaMontagne, that is.
You see, when I look at that messy pile of what-just-happened in my kitchen, my first thought is "ugh". My second thought is "Ray".
I ask myself, is this a "2-song mess" or a "3-song mess"? Then I get to work. "OK Google - Play Ray LaMontagne".
I heard a phrase the other day on my favorite podcast that felt like it was sent down from heaven: "Do something badly."
"What the heck does that mean?", you might say ...
It means that you should give yourself total permission to do "that thing" that you always want to do but that you never do because you're afraid you'll be bad at it. So, do it anyway. Badly.