My friend and I talk about our weekend plans, and hers includes her weekly cleaning time. Mine includes reading by my pond and listening for life direction. (My all-time favorite activity.) (I am only sort-of kidding.)
But listen; sometimes your life can not get directed until your house has been deep-cleaned. So, this was a holiday weekend, and I thought surely I could get some good things done. So, I made a list:
- Sweep. Everything.
- Scrub the shower. (Remove every type of mold, not just the surface ones.)
- Vacuum. Be sure to move things in your way.
- Mop. (MOP!!!)
There was more, but I think you get my point.
(There were things to do.)
Saturday hit, and I sat by my pond. Sunday hit, and I sat there again. Monday hit and I thought surely it was my day, but I was taken down by a headache and overall blargh, and so, that was out.
By Tuesday I was thinking, "Ok, let's approach it this way:
How much can you get done in an hour? (!!!!)"
And that proved a very successful plan.
The morning saw a sparkling shower, coming to fruition. I took a break for lunch with the cleaning friend's family, but returned home all hyped up. I strung lights across the yard. I re-potted the basil. I swept every surface and vacuumed and mopped. (MOPPED!) I even had time before evening festivities to sit out by my pond, while the kitchen floor dried.
And when I returned inside, I took off my shoes and thought:
Walking barefoot on a newly mopped floor is on my top ten list of things to experience in life.
That, in and of itself, might be some life-direction.
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