Monk’s work is an expression I turn to when I’m having a hard day. It tells me to simplify. Could mean sweeping, doing the dishes…sewing a button or cleaning a shelf. An easy act that will take me to a place of new beginnings where I can start again.
No small matter.
There’s something comforting about cleaning your space…making it more worthy of you. One of my favorite tasks is changing the sheets. There’s nothing like fresh linen to slide between at the end of your day. The smell reminds me of when I was little and my dad tucked me in. He too smelled of fresh air and Downy Fabric Softener.
Keep it simple is a popular 12 Step saying to suggest, slowing down. We pile so many tasks and must-dos in the course of the day it’s no wonder we’re often overwhelmed.
Let’s take lists for instance. When I start berating myself for not getting to every chore, I need to remember I created 1 through 20, there’s no one standing over me insisting I do them all. So what if I only made it to 18. Are the police going to come give me a ticket? Will my mother be at the door with her wooden spoon (God forbid)?
This is when I separate laundry or shine a pair of shoes putting my emotions back in neutral where they belong.
When did life get so fast and furious? I live it on the edge of my chair in perpetual vigilance as if I’ll miss something, or be judged, or given an incomplete if I don’t accomplish more.
Might be time to wipe down the windows and lower the screens so I can look out breathing in spring who has to be right around the corner.
Wouldn’t want to be so hectic that I miss her knocking at the door.
“Who is it?”
well it’s about fucking time.”