Do you ever find it difficult to write in a book if it’s too beautiful? I recently had a friend tell me that years ago she was given a special book to write her life story to pass down to her children, but the pages remain empty. She said she just doesn’t yet know what to write. This struck a chord with me because I too, have a beautiful journal with gold lined pages on my book shelf, yet it is the spiral notebook that collects my thoughts. It reminds me of china in the china cabinet, or the formal living space that is barely lived in. What is it about a perfect space that makes us feel uncomfortable? I believe it is our inherent sense of inadequacy. We want to have that Martha Stewart home and garden, to be strong, successful business women, and still be that Leave it to Beaver mom, always perfect in appearance and etiquette. I wonder if I would feel comfortable having tea with June Cleaver. I think I would, but I am sure I’d be scrambling over what I would wear and prepping my kids to be on their best behavior before walking in the door. How many of us are more like Eddie Haskell? What if we stopped measuring and started opening our doors?
Eddie Haskell: "Wally, if your dumb brother tags along, I'm gonna - oh, good afternoon, Mrs. Cleaver. I was just telling Wallace how pleasant it would be for Theodore to accompany us to the movies."