In a world where “do and do more” seems to be pushing us further in to a world of crazed hectic living: I like to clean my house.
Yes. I do.
I love the feeling of getting dirty while making something else clean. And by dirty I don’t mean I live in a pig sty and it’s that bad. But de-dusting the house, polishing, scrubbing, putting order to things that have gotten themselves cluttered over a week’s time: this is satisfying. Very.
And then to sit down. With a cup of tea and perfectly browned toast. And relax.
And bring on the calm.
My world is a “do and do more” kind of world. Sometimes after the doing, the real living starts.
