This twenty-and-nine days went by quickly. I think that has more to do with the time of year than anything else; November and December are always somewhat of a blur.
I had little to report on this month. Writing about cleaning is just as interesting as reading about it. However, I am pleased to say that this may be the first month that I have witnessed the most growth in myself. Most days my cleaning consisted of dishes and straightening up the kitchen. I also made sure to pick up clothes off the floor, dining room table, back of the toilet, and off of chairs at least every other day. Each day there was a sense of calm once things were slightly more orderly. It was the "aaaaaah" that justified my rest. Some days I was borderline excited to come home and reorganize my life, to settle in to some sort of order. This makes me wonder if I have a horrifying anal-retentive side that has been dormant for years. Help! I'm an Obsessive-Compulsive trapped inside a Hoarder's body!
The most marked difference in behavior for the last twenty-nine days is that when something falls on the floor....wait for this....I pick it up. There are only a few people in my life who would appreciate the magnitude of this seemingly simple action: my mother, my boyfriend, my two ex-stepfathers, and my old babysitter. This is my apology to all of them for years of crap left all over the house. Equating myself to the Tasmanian Devil may be extreme, but I have been known to leave a trail of refuse in my path from the front door to my bedroom.
More so than previous months, I am hoping to truly keep up with this new behavior. By 'more so' I really mean at all. I have not been consistent about headstands, dog walking, or even being positive (J. told me the other day that everything I say is a complaint. Yikes!) But this: this order, this structure, this organization, has provided a much needed sense of balance to my days.
So here's to being the person I never thought I would be.
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