Be Who You Are

When the chasm of who we want ourselves to be and who we actually are rips ever wider, I wonder if we can close the gap or should we even try. Tonight, the urge to cook a healthy and creative meal ended up in steak taco mess dripping on to my lap as I ate in front of the TV, why? because the dishes were still in the sink from the last time I cooked. Why? because I never emptied the dish washer. Why was I eating on my lap? Because the table has laundry on it that I still haven't folded. When I was little, my grandmother pleaded that me that when she died, would I please please just fold my clothes at the end of a day and put them in a hamper. This doesn't really sound like too much to ask as your dying wish (well she also wanted me to play the piano like Liberace). Unfortunately, I did not inherit her affinity for clorox, all things white and a spotless house covered in plastic. I am rather like my other grandmother who was out morning until night with activities, social dates and could care less if the dishes got done or the laundry folded, it would get done eventually. My one grandmother would say to the other, "Angie, you're house is so beautiful and spotless", and Angie would say, "Tessie, you have so much fun!" Each admired the trait in the other. So now as I stare at my little gym socks rolled up in a ball in the middle of the floor that I have been circum-navigating probably for a few days now, I think that I should schedule a cleaning date with my apartment. Right between my gym class and taco date with my girlfriends, sometime this week, or this weekend, maybe ;)