My Bathroom Counter is a Metaphor for Life

I’m not Marie Kondo, and my laundry basket would back me up on that. I’m not into cleaning, running around with a dust cloth in one hand and a bottle of disinfectant spray in the other. Sometimes you have become comfortable with a bit of disorder (check out my laundry basket or my bathroom countertop) because that’s the way life is. It’s not always orderly. Planes don’t always leave and arrive on time. I’ll pick a ripe watermelon and find out a bit later it’s not ripe. I think being comfortable with disorder makes a sunrise and sunset more beautiful. The contrast with my life is obvious to even a casual observer. Don’t get overly excited if you have a bad hair day, you forgot to floss that piece of spinach out of your teeth after lunch, or your puppy thought the living room rug was the backyard. It’s all part of life. Chill and enjoy.