My quiet ambition is to organise others, to be allowed into their sanctuaries, physical and mental and to clear out the debris, sweep away the cobwebs (figuratively) and create and space-save, put like with like and beautify.
I want to help others make the most of their homes and their time. I want to help them make better use of their finances, help them budget, help them develop and grow in their interests, hobbies, lives (parenting, marriages etc.). I want to help them lose weight and improve their fitness by helping them find the time to do so.
I want to help others in the ways I cannot help myself.
I am the epitome of those who can, do; those who can't teach.
My house sits as a house, not always a home.
It is unloved in its messiness, disorganisation, chaos, clutter, dirt and dust.
Eugh, the kitchen floor alone.
I have made strides in the right direction.
A step forward of a beauty-enhancing craft.
A step back of an unbrushed floor.
Forward, a scrubbed and shining sink.
Back, the knowledge that the scrubbing removed two-year-old paint drips and that the same paint job needs redone.
Forward, a cleaned up, decorative find from the outhouses to add to our homeliness.
Back, an unmade bed, sat all day and the next.
I make efforts and once routines to include this good thing or that are firmly established then I have a proud moment but it does not last as I look at all that needs done. All the other things that need to become routine and I just don't feel like I improve though I know I do.
I want to help establish routines and beautify.
I want to help my father declutter and organise and label in the many outhouses and garage/workshop spaces on the farm. I want to help calm his work spaces to help his slowly unravelling mind; to help calm the interior through a calm exterior.
I want to help my friend plan her wedding, I want to be a reliable friend to her and the rest.
Mostly I want and NEED to improve how I suggest and prod and help others improve; remove any condescension from my tone, any patronising elements to my speech. I want (with Divine assistance, which I REALLY NEED) to be as respectful of others as they are of me; to respect the strides they make, as my husband acknowledges my (albeit minor) revisions and improvements. So often when I speak I just wish I hadn't.
So this is my quiet ambition to improve and in so doing help others to do likewise. Iron sharpens iron.