This week I am away from home on a conference and as I sit in this clean hotel room where everything is in perfect order, I miss the chaos of my house. I miss the stuff every where, I miss my family, the shoes by the front door that no one takes the two seconds to put on the shelf, the dishes in the sink that wait for me to rinse them and put them in the dishwasher, the piles of clean laundry. I used to not care about clutter. I clearly remember when I had a clean clothes pile and a dirty clothes pile and how well that system worked. I didn't understand what my mom's problem was. She was always bothered by my clutter, Fast forward 20 years.I have become my mom. I am always yelling at someone to pick up their stuff. Or picking it up myself and mumbling about kids these days. But I miss my home. I want to be wrapped around in it like a comfortable sweater. My imperfect home is the perfect place for me.
It is never too late to be what you might have been.