Day 8

Is it okay to say that I am struggling to find something to write about today? Not that I am not thankful or even having a bad day. I guess what I am thankful for today is that I cleaned my apartment. That sounds odd, right? I don't love cleaning, but there is a pretty nice feeling when it happens. Well, when it's done. And as I think about it I think what I am actually thankful for is that I accomplished something. Now that really does sound bad, but in my current life sometimes I don't feel as useful or productive as I would like. And trust me, I like. I am a list maker and list crosser-offer. Big time. I am happiest when the to do list is a mile long. And while I have things to do, good things... as I expressed to a friend awhile back, there isn't the sense of urgency that has pretty much ruled my life since I was 7. Maybe that's a good thing? Slowing down doesn't come easy.

So what does that have to do with cleaning my apartment? Well, as I was recounting my day...to myself... I could tick off all the things I did today: laundry, dishes, took out the trash, put groceries away, cleaned the bathroom, picked up the living room, made my bed. (That's a big one, I never make my bed.) And I went for a walk. In the context of my pandemic life, that's a pretty good day. 

A day from now I will get the month's sponsor reports from China, and I will once again have a deadline to meet and all will be well in my world. But for today, I am thankful that I had a different kind of work to do today, and I did it.