It’s mid-January. It snowed in Atlanta last night, which, trust me, it only does once a year, maybe every other year. And the holiday stuff is still piled up all over the place. That front-lawn snowman in still by the garage, waiting to go in the attic. The candles that spell “peace” still line the fireplace mantle, taunting me. The floor hasn’t seen a mop in weeks. And what’s with the board games all piled up under the coffee table, and the puzzle that hasn’t been touched since someone in the house put the border together and then abandoned it? Can we just admit that those slow and simple family nights playing Life or gathered ‘round the puzzle are just not going to happen?

This place needs cleaning. And I need a good hour or two in deep meditation (that, or the hammock). I like that Tidy King, a cleaning service in Atlanta, didn’t show a picture of a king or even a clean house. Just that woman in her om, sweet om.