Then Saturday my husband, my wonderful husband who has such a clear view of things as they are, pointed out that the only one that cared about all the stuff I was trying to do was me.
Now don't misunderstand. It's not that my family doesn't care about what I do around the house. They do care, and they are very vocal about appreciating it. But they don't care if the dishes don't get done immediately after dinner. They don't care if the house isn't "just-so," or if all their laundry is done, or if the cupboards are organized. I'm the one who cares about it-- which means I control it. And if I don't want to do it, I don't have to.
We've done a pretty good job in modern society confusing "want" with "need," but we only seem to be aware of it when making snide judgments about others material acquisitions It runs deeper than that. Our existence is predicated on confusing "want" with "need." Not just in what we buy, but in what we do.
And the big question is, why do we keep doing it?
|Need vs. Want illustration by Erin Hanson|
So in my quest for April awesomeness, I'm going to spend some time really thinking through all of this. Next time I think I need to do something I'm going to take a breath and figure out if I really need to, or if it is my inner task master making arbitrary rules.
If the dishes don't get done because we are all sitting around the family room listening to Thing 1's latest antics in college girl/apartment living, or because we all take turns driving around the block in Thing 2's new handed-down truck, or because Thing 3 convinced us to watch the sunset while she shot photos, then the dishes can sit a few hours more.
Life is out there, waiting. And it really doesn't care if you've gotten all your laundry done.
Have a marvelous Monday!