Making Room
For most of my adult life, I’ve been the memory maker. The eldest daughter. The family host. The one who holds traditions, celebrations, and everyone’s comfort in her hands. I’ve always loved being a home that feels warm, full, and welcoming. I take pride in being the one who creates the place where family, friends and neighbors gather and feel loved! But somewhere along the way, (with a stay at home pandemic thrown in for fun!) the feeling of "fullness" became more about stuff than sentimentality. Every inch had quietly been taken over by clutter. Even with the two girls moving out! I would still find myself "shuffling the shit" from room to room or counter to counter or bed top to bed side, depending on who, what, when was occurring in our home. And it wasn't just things cluttering up my "space"...it was also too many decisions, too much overwhelm and the constant nagging feeling that my home (and my peace!) required managing instead of enjoying . ...
