I do this in lots of areas of my life, as do so many of us. I think about how I didn't do the dishes throughout the day and let them pile up instead and then rush to get them done before dinner. It is frustrating when I do that, since it is my own choice. But today I did do the dishes, right after breakfast. Washed the skillet that the eggs were cooked in (I hate cleaning egg pans, so gross). Put breakfast dishes in the dishwasher. I quit lamenting my lack of motivation in days past and chose to do better today.
My room is a mess. I made the bed. It helps, even if it is just a mental boost. Maybe it will spur me on to finish the room. I know I would appreciate it (not to mention my patient husband). If I don't do it though, I'll smile when I go to bed in my made bed. Because I did that, at least.
There's a productive, organized, happier me somewhere in this mind and body. I'm not sad, don't be alarmed, but I am coasting. I think I need to do less coasting and more intentional moving. And not just on the treadmill. That girl is there, clawing her way out. I'm going to make it easier for her to get out.
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