Sticky Floors

Why is it, I wonder, that the condition of your floors is directly proportional to the state of our lives at the moment? For example, most of the time my floors (life) is clean, a bit cluttered in places but more or less they are usable for the purpose they were intended for. I can navigate my way around with little or no issues, and there is a point and/or a purpose for the items cluttering them.

 Today though, as I was busy bustling in my kitchen, I noticed that my floors were a bit sticky. As time progressed I noticed that the stick began to cover a larger and larger area of the floor. Making the "shcthick" sound every time my foot left the linoleum. (You know the sound....if you have kids, pets or a spouse you know the sound.) The stick began to prick at the edge of my thoughts, tugging lightly as I busily moved from task to task,and eventually grew in tackiness as well as offensiveness to my thought process. It began to bother me, and then irritate me, until it stole the joy of what I was doing because it became just one more thing for me to tend to.


Now in all fairness I was doing a kinda messy, slightly complicated and a bit dangerous domestic task. I was making and canning home made apple sauce and blueberry syrup. I have never made or canned either  before...the result of the sticky floor, I believe, has to do with why they don't make maple syrup inside. The sticky particles seem to cling to the steam from the canner and are displaced onto every surface in the vicinity...resulting in "SHCTHICK" ( it is true...that is why it is made outside traditionally).

Life is very often the same way...our multitasking, juggling act of complicated, and kinda messy,  get so stuck with seemingly uninvolved variables. This happens to all of us, I know. That is no surprise. Life is life. The surprise comes when we realize how we have handled those "sticky situations". We can have such crazy reactions to the things that pop up in our chaos. I have recently been less than thrilled by my  responses to situations that threaten to keep me stuck. Like my floor though, I plan on clean up from the unexpected and once again fulfill my purpose. Today has reminded me that no matter the state of your floors to enjoy life and look for the small things to get you through. Find a small thing you normally take for granted, like none tacky floors, and allow yourself to be blessed by it. I know I will. -The Eclectic Mom