But, I also crave a bathroom clean enough to not catch the swine flu from and a room I can walk through with out having to tango through piles of clothing. I don't mind the tango during the day, but at night it's damn near impossible and I've nearly given myself a concussion. A very not badass way to go out. So, I've created a compromise with myself and am taking this day to do some everyday badassing. I'm going to clean.
Not badass? I'm going to clean in my cutest heels and most fetching knickers. I've heard stories about hikers carrying huge packs for miles and miles, days and days. When their load seems to be too much for them to carry and they feel like they can't go on, they add a twenty pound rock to their pack and haul it for a few miles. By the time they unload the rock, their pack seems light. As an homage to these wild adventures, I'm going to clean in heels because sometimes you have to make something harder to make it easier. By the time I take the heels off, my calves will be aching but my space will be clean. It won't be easy but it will be a hell of a lot more fun. If being able to have fun while doing something you don't want to do and seems initially painful isn't badass then I don't know why God gave us the after workout/extremeness adrenaline rush.
You mean you didn't inherit the obsessive cleanliness from mom & dad? BTW, how'd it go?
ReplyDeleteI didn't even get the obsessive neatness. I need heels and pop music to stay motivated and, even with all the effort, I can't even come close to my mothers skill.
ReplyDeleteI'm so proud I could cry.
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