I recently let the cleanliness of my kitchen get out of hand. It was a disaster area. Dirty dishes everywhere. No food out, though, because we at least put that away. It's amazing how quickly a kitchen can become a wreck.
Then I cleaned it. Clean dishes went away. I loaded and ran the dishwasher, then washed some left over dishes by hand. Then I put all of those things away. I cleaned the counters and the sink (which is white porcelain). Roy decided to mop the floors and vacuum.
A clean kitchen does wonders. I just walked in to get a simple glass of water and I was so happy to do so. It was almost calming. Here was this nicely ordered, clean area, and I had been a major part of that.
This is very much like life. If even one element of life is disorganized it can out a damper on the rest of your life. You don't want to mess with that area, but in doing that the rest of your life suffers. When you finally give it the attention it deserves you have balance. The rest of your life seems better as well, all because you cleaned house.
A balanced life is crucial to well being. That's probably why I think so much: about the inconsequential and the mundane as well as the important things. I think about the future; I make plans; I think about religion, sometimes the world. Sometimes I think very hard about something silly; when I realize this it's like a welcomed splash of water.
True, I often have circular conversations with myself, but I like that: I think about all the possibilities and then come to the conclusion that I may have no concrete conclusion. I'm OK with this. In truth, I am content with this because most of the things I think about leave me at peace, regardless of the conclusion (or lack thereof). At least I'm thinking, right? Some people don't get that far.
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