Oof this is so been done…blah blah blah coffee, blah blah blah jade roller in the morning, blah blah blah journaling…blah blah blah bubble bath every night…
One thing I’m noticing as I get older is that I don’t despise doing the dishes like I used to. Not that it’s a “habit”, but it kind of does bring me some feel good feelings.
When I was a kid and teenager, doing dishes was torture to me. It was always our chore too, my older sister and I. Always.
But I’d look for ways to get out of doing them any chance I got. I fake slept after supper I don’t know how many times, to get out of washing or drying dishes. It usually worked for some reason, Mom would take pity on me and I’d hear her say oh Carla’s asleep, I’ll wash (or dry) the dishes tonight for her.
And I’d smile in my little fake sleeping pea brain. Ahhhh off the hook tonight!
For some reason now I don’t even mind doing the dishes. I’m not going to say it’s therapeutic or anything but there’s something about focusing on this one task and taking the messy dirty dishes and kitchen, and transforming it into something neat and tidy, that I enjoy.
Especially since I read that multi-tasking is a no-no. One thing at a time. Focus on that one thing and relax.
So it’s actually not so bad. Sometimes I even consider not using the dishwasher at night and just washing all the dishes by hand. I mean, I don’t of course, but I think about it.
I have no idea what’s changed but it’s just not the torture it used to be.
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