Whenever I leave for a trip of any kind, I always make sure to leave my house clean and orderly. Deep down, I think that if I were to die or be involved in an accident and someone had to enter my home, I would not want them to think I was a slob. I AM NOT A SLOB by the way.
Coming home to a presentation perfect house is so refreshing! After being away from home for any length of time, I always feel like I need a vacation from my vacation. The most disappointing part is waking up the next day only to realize that room service is not an option and that I am going to have to make my own bed! The consolation this morning was that my dear sweet husband brought me cappuccino in bed. It made the sting of no room service a little easier to take.
I was recently listening to an audio book that outlined an experiment in thin slicing where two groups of people were granted access to college dormitory rooms. The first group was given information about the occupants of each room before entering whereas the second group entered blindly. Both groups were given a set of questions about the occupants of the room. The questions specifically addressed the personality and character of the students. Researchers were stunned with the findings. They were able to conclude that with or without any previous knowledge, both groups were able to make conclusions about the occupants of each room with an accuracy of 90% or higher.
Where we live reveals a great deal about us it would seem.
Recently my husband and I had occasion to travel on business and while away we participated in a tour of homes. Upon entering one, I was overcome with a feeling of creativity, happiness, and enthusiasm. I felt I was in my happy place. The home was not perfect but there was a spirit inside that welcomed my soul! I wanted to stay yet I could not wait to leave to get to my laptop to let my creativity loose on the keyboard. I had no idea who the house belonged to at the time. It wasn’t until I was overcome with the feeling that I never wanted to leave that the occupant became known to me.
The home was bright, airy and organized. It was also fun. Life filled every room and yet it didn’t. You see it belonged to a highly awarded writer and composer. He was someone that perhaps you might not have known of as his work made other people famous. His awards were modestly displayed on his laundry room wall, yes his laundry room – all except for one that could not be hung on a wall. That humility will be a subject of my next blog.
The home was not ostentatious. It was a normal house. What made it unique was the genius that was created inside.
I met this man and learned of him in much the same way as the groups of people that were a part of the research study of the students living in the college dorm rooms via his living space. My heart is heavy today writing this because I entered the home of someone that will not be returning there. Perhaps much like me, he made sure his home was presentation perfect just in case. He left for an adventure and never returned. As a matter of fact, he was on a lone adventure and it took weeks for search and rescue to find him. Here I was looking at his shoes, meeting a man for the first time that I could never meet in person. When I left that house, I took a little piece of him with me. I took the piece that gave more to the world than he took. He left behind a musical legacy that in my opinion has not been honored adequately. I want to hold onto the feeling that I felt inside of that house forever. I plan to bring it to the keyboard with me often and if it starts to fade, I will play one of his songs.
I want my house and my presence on this earth to be that full of life – a life so full that it cannot be denied.
I hope this inspires someone else to do the same. Live bigger today. Compose your life to be one that leaves a tune that makes people want to dance when they encounter your presence.
And E, I am so glad to have met you. It was truly my pleasure.
Until Next Time,