Lately, it seems as though the whole "does it bring you joy when you touch it" movement has been surrounding me. I get it...I really do. Life being less cluttered certainly can be advantageous. I don't think people would consider my house cluttered though, and I'll be honest, I love the things around me. Yes, they bring me joy.
I love the pictures hanging on my wall. Many of them are from the last family portrait session we had done a little over two years ago. I also so love the pictures sitting around my house on shelves and elsewhere. I love the picture of our family at Disney, and I love the picture of my kids decked out in their Notre Dame clothing when they were very young. I love the photos of my grandparents' high school graduations, and I love the photo of my mother with her mother, brother, and sister. These are only a few of the photos, and they all bring me great joy.
I also love some of the "things" around my house. I love the building cut outs from the towns in which I've lived, as well as some of our vacations. I love the rock on my shelf that is painted red and has the word "peace" etched on it. Not only is that a lovely visual in itself, but Thomas made that for me at a church activity. I love the kids' ceramic projects sitting on the shelf, as well as some of our word blocks. I love the reminders that "the time to be happy is now", as well as "We are so blessed" in front of our kids' pics. These things, yes, they bring me joy.
Maybe I am way too sentimental. Maybe I am ridiculous. But for right now, that's fine with me. I have room, my house isn't crazy, and I have much joy in my life.
No comments:
Post a Comment