I always have plans to do nice things, make my flat organised, cosy and reflect my style and taste, to cook nice meals, settle down at the end of the evening to read a good book or watch a film or documentary I’m interested in seeing etc. What happens is that my flat is a mess, dishes in the sink, most nights me or DP run out to the shop at the last minute to grab something quick for dinner, we spend the evening online browsing YouTube etc on our separate devices and then I end up watching I’m a celeb or Drag race before dragging myself to bed, no reading done. Right now I wish my tree was up and I was snuggled up on the sofa watching Christmas films but my flat is still a mess from when we repainted the living room in September. Most years my tree goes up on Christmas Eve or the day before and I feel like I miss Christmas and all the anticipation.
I have a friend who has a real knack for making things nice for herself and her husband, her house is lovely and always so cosy, clean and well organised. She’s a great cook and puts effort into cooking nice food everyday. Her decorations are up and beautiful. She makes time to read her books, listen to music and watch films in a more thoughtful way as opposed to just watching anything.
I think I do envy the fact that she makes such an effort just for herself, I find that really hard. I find it easier to make an effort if other people are involved e.g. coming to dinner. Otherwise I just fly by the seat of my pants. Which is fine but as I get older I find I regret nights, weeks, years spent just consuming what ever is at hand and easier. I want children and have all these fantasies of the mum I’ll be, creating a cosy home for them, crafts with the kids, baking, movie nights, games nights etc. The truth is I’ll struggle to make any of happen if I can’t even do it for myself when I have loads more time and money.
I have no flair for making life nice, just for me. Can anyone else relate to this?