When I was first learning to do chores as a girl I started by doing the dishes. That was before most people had garbage disposals. I vividly recall a time I was standing over the trash can in the kitchen emptying rice from the pot.
My mother heard the sound of the metal spoon repeatedly clinking against the pot. Clink! Clink! Clink! She came into the kitchen and took the pot and spoon and told me to make sure I had rice in the spoon to go into the garbage. "Make each scrape count." I think her talk was more to keep the noise down than it was to become a life lesson. But that stayed with me.
I think about that now. As a writer I look at my work and wonder if I am making more noise than point. Often my days are filled with with me running from one client to the next to a class to a show to here and there and there and there. At the end of the day sometimes I feel spent but I am also wondering what actually got done. Clink! Clink! Clink! When my energy and gas are low and there are no new deposits in my account...clink! I wonder if I am making my scrapes count or if I am just busy banging on a pot.
There are other days too though. Days when I get home and feel like the pot got cleaned. And it's not about how much I did. More about if movements I made mattered to my mental and physical well being. I feel accomplished some days after a good long rest. After a good day at home doing nothing but watching movies. The body needs what the body needs.
Today was a good day. I got some work done. I laughed with friends. Ran errands. Spent time with my son. Even paid rent. Now I am finally settled at home in my favorite spot and this Lifetime show is about to get good! Night all.
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