I’ve always said that the last thing I want to be inscribed on my headstone is She kept a clean house.
I’d way rather follow poet Mary Oliver’s sentiments on living and dying.
When it’s over, I want to say all my life I was a bride married to amazement.
In other words, I’d much prefer to have a dirty house and a well-lived life filled with wonder and awe.
If there’s fun to be had then leave the dishes in the sink! I’m outta here…
I want my curiosity to lead me this way and that. I hope to hell that if the road turns left and I want to go right, that I’ll always go right. Even if that means I end up stranded out in a field with my tire stuck in a muddy rut.
At least I’ll know that the path I chose was mine alone and that my route wasn’t determined by the road someone else built.