I wasn’t sure what kind of day this was going to be for me today. I didn’t have anything planned, per se. I just wanted to wake up and see how I felt. Was wiped out and exhausted a few days ago at the end of last week, and this weekend was going to offer a couple slivers here and there to kinda recharge.
I did recharge today, but not in the way I expected. I cleaned! I did five loads of laundry (only two of our clothes, obvs – the rest was sheets and towels and whatnot), and I did two power mop sessions on the living room floors. I’m almost done! Started the damn project two months ago, but whatever. It’s almost done. And that feels really good. The act of taking messy chaos and bringing it into order is deeply satisfying. It does recharge me, just having the time to do that kind of stuff. That’s really what it is, actually…having the time and energy to get things clean and ordered the way I want to. I really struggle with that consistently. To the level I want things to be. I do have a floor; I won’t let things get bad…but there’s certainly a much higher level than my floor, a kind of clean and organized that makes me physically relax and bask in its glory. Very rarely do I get that kind of clean and organized.
I could do better. It would take effort, but I could do it. That’s the dream; to have that dialed in and habitual. I could do it if I wanted to. Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t, because it would take an amount of effort and energy that I quite simply need for other areas of my life. We’ll see.
Either way, it’s a good feeling right now. That floor looks glorious. It’s not done, but the sections of it that I have finished are almost MORE satisfying because I can see the areas that are still dirty, and the contrast is striking.
Oh! And I cleaned up and kinda reorganized the credenza we have by our front door. That felt good, too.
Night night.