Mine is doing the dishes.
One of the worst jobs, I used to think. Because no matter the time of day, the day of the week, no matter whether the day was busy or quiet, no matter the place in infinity, no matter how I feel - there are dishes to do!
Thus, having the job of keeping up with the dishes of seven people may have helped me learning some responsibility. And although I am thankful for that, it’s not the reason I enjoy the chore.
The reason is time.
Thus, having the job of keeping up with the dishes of seven people may have helped me learning some responsibility. And although I am thankful for that, it’s not the reason I enjoy the chore.
The reason is time.
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| “The kitchen sink” by Alan Cleaver is licensed under CC BY 2.0 |
Time to think, reflect, consider, remember. Time when my hands are busy and my mind and heart are free to fly as they will. So they do.
They fly through the memories of the day. Little memories and large memories. Sweet and bitter.
Then, running over the memory, my mind considers.
They fly through the memories of the day. Little memories and large memories. Sweet and bitter.
Then, running over the memory, my mind considers.
It draws its conclusions.
And plans the future.
Trying to look past my reflection in the window to see the stars at night, and past the soap spots to see the seagulls by day, my heart is singing.
And plans the future.
Trying to look past my reflection in the window to see the stars at night, and past the soap spots to see the seagulls by day, my heart is singing.
This is wonderful.
-Rhoda
