When you hear about a bully at your child’s school, what’s your reaction? When you see another headline of hurt somewhere across the country, how do you feel? When a friend tells you about an unkindness that happened because of gender, a special need, family background, or even the neighborhood she lives in how do you respond?
You know what kind of parent, friend, partner, and employee you are based on your Enneagram. Now let’s have a little fun and see how you’ll approach Rhea Lana’s as a 3 or 7 or whatever you are. If you don’t know your Enneagram number, find it here first. And then let us know if this Rhea Lana’s Event Guide nails you or not.
1: The Perfectionist
So you KonaMarie’d all weekend? Way to go.
Your closets and dresser drawers are looking great! But I’m about 99% sure that your clutter is still piled in your corner. No shame in that! This morning my husband asked what I’m actually going to do with that huge black trash bag full of our formerly used things.
If you’re not contemplating piling all of your clothes onto your bed this weekend, per Marie Kondo’s tidying advice, who even are you? It seems like every Instagram story is another picture of someone’s closet mound. Those I like. The pictures I’m jealous of are the neat and decluttered closet aftermath. Seeing those all week long were enough to convince me to grab a stack of black trash bags and start sorting.
“I am SO SICK of making their beds!” I think I almost growled it to my husband who was wondering why I was already so huffy at 6:45am. He offered a brilliant solution: Don’t make them anymore.
That sounds nice for the three other members of our family who go somewhere every day and forget about the undone housework left behind. But I work from home. I cannot think with unmade beds and a messy house, so leaving them unmade wasn’t an option.
With the toy influx brought on from December, I can't help but notice how many toys my kids have. Seriously, they're everywhere. I could spend all day cleaning toys, and in no less than 5 minutes, our house is a complete mess again.
But over the last couple weeks of being home together, I've had time to observe what my kids play with and what they don't play with. This way, as I declutter and purge, I don't feel like I need to involve them in the process.
“This year was awful. Just awful,” my friend shared over lunch today. “I can’t wait to get on to the next one!” Her year was worse than awful. She was diagnosed and rigorously treated for a deadly disease. She lost a family member. She endured hurtful family drama after the loss of said family member. What a hard year, we both lamented.