checking in with myself
my house is so clean. in fact, i don’t think i’ve ever lived in a cleaner house.
somewhere along the line, i figured out that cleaning is ah-MAY-ziiiing therapy. i just flip on Law & Order and let it play while i get to work. before i know it, my laundry is done, folded, and put away; my dishes are clean and/or put away; counters scrubbed, floors swept, furniture dusted, papers organized, food prepped, cooked, and frozen…you get the idea.
there are two motivations running parallel here.
one, my home is my sanctuary. i walk into my home and it makes me feel happy and comfortable. i feel at peace and i can think when i don’t have a big mess.
two, cleaning is great distraction. i’m even looking for things to clean. like today, i cleaned the lids on my trash and recycling bins. the lids.
a clean house. regular exercise. keeping up with work. connecting with friends.
is it just me, or am i getting my life back? 🙂