What a day!
Wow! What a day! I accomplished a lot, but man I'm tired.
It was a busy weekend for us. My house paid the price.
You know those days when you walk around the house and it seems like everything is overwhelming? I had a list of things to do that was forever long and they had to get done TODAY. It was one of those days when every room I walked into was destroyed, as if the kids had just given up trying to clean up after themselves. Then I walked outside and the oldest and my husband had both decided not to bother throwing their trash IN the trashcan, instead it was easier to throw it on the compost pile or one of the many brush piles.
So the day consisted of going from room to room, collecting cups, candy wrappers, socks, tissues and every kind of odd trinket. I washed dish after dish after dish for what seemed forever, I loaded laundry non-stop from washer to dryer to basket and folded on and on. I went through papers, paid bills, balanced checkbooks, cleaned the bunny cage, sent out e-mails, cleaned out litter boxes and picked up kids before it was even time for Oprah. All this, and yet, I find great joy in my tasks. Why?
I have this thing where I put on a movie, that I've watched many times, while I work. I don't have to watch it. I can listen to it and see each scene in my head. It's always a movie that gives me encouragement in my work. Usually something like "Pride and Prejudice", "Little Women" or anything that goes back to the days when people used to take great pride in themselves. When men had respect for women and women had such great modesty. I love that they tried to be proper and live life in a way that was honorable from how they dressed to how they spoke. I know life wasn't perfect back then and that there were so many things that people struggled with including money and sickness, but I think it's so cool how they appreciated the simple things. As I wash my dishes or fold my laundry, which sounds so incredibly boring, I am present in my work. I fold my stack of laundry perfectly. I shine my glasses and put everything away neatly as if on display. I know it sounds odd, but I work to find joy in everything I do as if I'm doing it for My Maker. After all, I own nothing and can take nothing with me other than my memories and even those I'm sure He can erase. Every thing I have is His.
Now it sounds like I'm a perfectionist. Believe me....I'm far from it. My home is not clean or organized. In fact it's unfinished and will be for quite a while. I have 4 nice rooms in my home. The rest of the house is unfinished and cluttered with all kinds of stuff, I live on 2 and a half acres of brush and we're still working towards a septic system. But I'm determined to find joy in what I can.
So today was a busy day and I feel good about what I accomplished.
Now if only I can find the energy tomorrow to get that much more done.
Hope your able to find joy in all you do.
Hugs
Shannon
It was a busy weekend for us. My house paid the price.
You know those days when you walk around the house and it seems like everything is overwhelming? I had a list of things to do that was forever long and they had to get done TODAY. It was one of those days when every room I walked into was destroyed, as if the kids had just given up trying to clean up after themselves. Then I walked outside and the oldest and my husband had both decided not to bother throwing their trash IN the trashcan, instead it was easier to throw it on the compost pile or one of the many brush piles.
So the day consisted of going from room to room, collecting cups, candy wrappers, socks, tissues and every kind of odd trinket. I washed dish after dish after dish for what seemed forever, I loaded laundry non-stop from washer to dryer to basket and folded on and on. I went through papers, paid bills, balanced checkbooks, cleaned the bunny cage, sent out e-mails, cleaned out litter boxes and picked up kids before it was even time for Oprah. All this, and yet, I find great joy in my tasks. Why?
I have this thing where I put on a movie, that I've watched many times, while I work. I don't have to watch it. I can listen to it and see each scene in my head. It's always a movie that gives me encouragement in my work. Usually something like "Pride and Prejudice", "Little Women" or anything that goes back to the days when people used to take great pride in themselves. When men had respect for women and women had such great modesty. I love that they tried to be proper and live life in a way that was honorable from how they dressed to how they spoke. I know life wasn't perfect back then and that there were so many things that people struggled with including money and sickness, but I think it's so cool how they appreciated the simple things. As I wash my dishes or fold my laundry, which sounds so incredibly boring, I am present in my work. I fold my stack of laundry perfectly. I shine my glasses and put everything away neatly as if on display. I know it sounds odd, but I work to find joy in everything I do as if I'm doing it for My Maker. After all, I own nothing and can take nothing with me other than my memories and even those I'm sure He can erase. Every thing I have is His.
Now it sounds like I'm a perfectionist. Believe me....I'm far from it. My home is not clean or organized. In fact it's unfinished and will be for quite a while. I have 4 nice rooms in my home. The rest of the house is unfinished and cluttered with all kinds of stuff, I live on 2 and a half acres of brush and we're still working towards a septic system. But I'm determined to find joy in what I can.
So today was a busy day and I feel good about what I accomplished.
Now if only I can find the energy tomorrow to get that much more done.
Hope your able to find joy in all you do.
Hugs
Shannon
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