Home creates memories. I remember my Grandmother would be sitting in her rocking chair and suddenly she’d jump up and startle us. We’d ask “what’s the matter?” She’d say “nothing, I’ve just got to get that spider web up there out of the corner.”
Duty never sleeps. If you’ve got that get-it-done-at-all-costs, can’t-sleep-til-all-the-to-do’s-are-done, keep-busy-til-you’re-too-exhausted-to-think kind of personalities, then home can become a chore. One that will never, ever get completely done.
Home isn’t meant to be another task to complete. Home is meant to be your sanctuary, your soft place to land at the end of the day. It’s the place to snuggle and renew. It’s the place to be totally and unconditionally yourself. Warts and all.