I’m not a good housekeeper, and I don’t really enjoy it. I’d much rather be doing pretty much anything else, and one of my favorite poems is Dust If You Must. My next three weeks is going to be devoted to houseworky type things, and I’d anticipated not being pleased about it.
I turned on my Jambox and started blasting an iTunes playlist. I had my dogs underfoot, and it was a nice sunny day. As I sang alone at the top of my lungs (the dogs don’t complain), I realized that it wasn’t horrible. I actually kind of, sort of, maybe had… fun. I surprised myself. I’m in the process of getting ready for my yard sale, purging items I haven’t used in a long time, things that were boxed up to come here and hadn’t seen the light of day again. And it felt good. It felt really good to organize and get ready to get rid of things.
I actually like to organize and dispose of items. Sometimes I forget how much I enjoy it. Music, sunshine, and dogs… a pretty good recipe for a successful Sunday!
I’m not a fan of housework either. I tend to let things go until all of a sudden one day the mess is unbearable and then I clean it! I have found though that when I’m properly motivated, I can enjoy it as well. Or more like I enjoy the feeling afterward when everything looks nice and organized! I like that poem, thanks for sharing it. The sentiments are quite true.