just so

| September 13, 2013 | 4 Replies

Ben, Joy, Ally and Jack will be here in less than three hours, but I’m sitting down in my untidy bedroom to write a blog entry. bedroom 5 minutes agoUncompleted tasks sun themselves on the desk.

the deskIn the living room the fan hums loudly, drying the last of the laundry.

humming fanI’ve barely begun the paper crane mobile.

barely begunHow many blog entries have I been crafting in my mind over the past weeks? How many times will I put off writing because it takes so long to complete an entry to my satisfaction?

I like things just so. The words I write. The way I organize my home. The desk. The paper crane mobile.

I worked hours yesterday and hours this morning at just so. Cleaning, tweaking, decorating. Relocating the popcorn maker. Again.

popcorn makerCome to think of it, I’ve been working at just so since the day we moved in. I love working at just so.

Except when I loathe it.

Sometimes I get tired. Sometimes my energy is strewn about the apartment and no longer within me. Gus can tell. Some might scoff at the notion of a reproachful cat, but just look at those eyes.

reproachfulGus doesn’t care where I keep the popcorn maker. He follows me around because he wants to be with me.

GusSince I can’t stand disappointing the cat any longer, I put just so on hold. Our family isn’t going to walk through the door and say, “What a perfectly placed bowl! My, my, I don’t see a speck of dust on that counter!”

bowlBen, Joy, Ally and Jack will feel the way Gus does about popcorn makers and paper crane mobiles. They’re coming because they want to be with us.

I vacuum the far corner of the bedroom. I push my writing chair back in place. I pour a cup of tea and set a thin square of chocolate in a small bowl. A flock of starlings soars past the window. The clouds and the sun reflect off the surface of the tea.

the sky in the teaGus awaits.

Gus awaitsWe sit together and I open my computer. I don’t write the blog entries I’ve been crafting in my mind. I write something short and simple. It’s just enough time for my energy to come meandering back from the far reaches of a small apartment. Just enough time to set my heart at ease.

Gus is appeased. Now we both can get back to more pressing matters.

more pressing matters

Category: beauty, creating, family, love, remaining calm

Hannah Lynn Mell

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Hannah Lynn Mell grew up a missionary kid in Kailua-Kona, Hawaii. Now she lives in Rowley, Massachusetts with her exquisitely kind husband David, their plucky three-legged cat Thomas, and a needy-yet-lovable dachshund named Birdie. She's worked with singers since 1998 and loves to help people of all ages free their voices.

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  1. Your place is lovely. It’s so “you!” πŸ™‚ And that kitty – spoiled, spoiled, spoiled. Just the way it ought to be.

  2. Nancy Hartsock says:

    Everything is an art for you, dear Hannah – YOU are a piece of art, so precious and extraordinary. Love you. You ALWAYS remind me to BREATHE and be present.

  3. lauren says:

    Love it! πŸ™‚ Just like we talked about. πŸ˜€ I’m going to too… right after I finish your wedding photos – only ’cause it’s already been so long, and they’re SO CLOSE to done! This weekend, I’m tellin’ ya! <3

    Looove you!

  4. Catherine says:

    Hannah, this is great. We are so different (my “just so” looks a lot more like “not like anything in particular” πŸ™‚ I love the way your new home is looking, and I can’t wait to see your beautiful face! Tell David I miss him!

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