We all have those silly things that we enjoy. I have crazy things that give me the supreme-st sense of accomplishment like an empty tube of toothpaste or deodorant. An empty shampoo bottle feels wasteful and frustrating. I used to even get travel toothpaste and deodorant partially for the feeling I got when they were empty. Plus I was worried about getting sick and using the same toothpaste.
I LOVE to see my rent come out of my account. Don't get me wrong, I feel like renting is a waste but to be able to pay it every month makes me feel so powerful. I love to pay my bills. Bills are a necessity to life so why fuss about it? I can pay them every month. Some how, some way they get paid every single month. Woohoo!!
I get a sense of accomplishment when the kids finish a bottle of vitamins. I feel like that is a sign of a healthy immune system and strong bones. When there is a pile of clean clothes to fold I feel warm and fuzzy all over.
I love to hear the dishwasher or the washing machine going. It sounds like home and progress all at the same time. I hate to purchase laundry detergent because it is expensive, but I can't wait to do laundry all at the same time. I already have a load prepared to start before I even go pick it up at the store. I love to see the vacuum tracks on the floor. My favorite smell in the world is Clorox. I use Clorox clean-up of off brand. It smells like clean should. It makes me feel at ease knowing that 99.9% of all the germs in that area have been killed and I still could probably kill the leftover .01% by sheer willpower.
I do not like to dust. I do not like the smell of dusting cleaners but I love to see my furniture shine. I go over my leather couch to help keep the leather in good condition with my dusting rag. I do love the feeling of the leather under my rag. I love the sheen it gets from the dusting cleaner I use.
I do not always make up my bed like I should, but I love to see my bed made up. I tuck in every corner and would pass any military inspection. I love to see the quilt tucked evenly and know the sheet is so straight it looks ironed.
I throw away things for sport. I go through everything in my house often. Every load of laundry, closets, toys, plastic containers. If there are fuzz balls, out they go. If the toys have been broken or aren't played with we donate or give to someone we know could use it. I have a problem with throwing away paper. It doesn't matter if it is old bills or the kids school work. It feel wasteful and I am afraid I will throw away something important. I have gotten better about picking out one really good paper a week or every few months and putting them in a binder. That is the only "pack rat" type of tendency I have other than my books.
BOOKS! I LOVE books! I absolutely love the smell of a new Bible but I even like the musty odor of an old book. Books that were made before politically correctness plagued our country. I like the rawness of the speech and to see how we arrived at how our world is now. I love, love, love encyclopedias and old dictionaries. I want to find some first editions of my favorite books. I want a library like on the Disney movie "Beauty and the Beast". Floor to ceiling books. Then, I want a month locked in that room with a pile of notebooks and a stack of pencils and all those books.
I cannot pass a stack of notebooks without purchasing one. I write notes, checklist, outline sermons, jot down ideas, letters, and let out steam in a notebook. Add to that a freshly sharpened pencil and I am in Heaven. My penmanship is perfection when I write with a pencil. Second best is a pen with blue ink. They have power over my brain and my hand just floats over the pages.
Isn't it amazing the simplest things give us such satisfaction? A child's giggle or a hug. The smell of a cleaner or perfume. They say that smells are tied to memories. I can still smell a certain perfume and think of my K-4 teacher. I smell a baby and can see each of my children as they were nuzzled up to me when they were infants. I can smell a Sharpie marker and think of all the banners we made in high school. Such small little things can make us feel like a new person. Some of you can relate and some are thinking how crazy I sound. Think about it. Find something you enjoy or makes you feel accomplished. When you feel like the world is spinning out of control or you haven't gotten anything done for the day. Do that one thing that makes you nod your head in approval of yourself and hang the rest. All the work you didn't do today will be there tomorrow. It will be okay. The world will not spin off its axis because you didn't have a page full checklist completed but you may have saved yourself a small stroke by slowing down and doing nothing for a change.
Instead of laying in the bed all day because you are depressed and mulling over everything that is wrong, scrub the shower or vacuum the floor. I can think more clearly when I clean. If I have cleaned what I should for the week and our usual organization is all done, and I am still organizing? I would steer clear for a while. We all have our little things that make up who we are. People label it or give out medicine for it, but honestly it is how God made us. Accepting who we are will help others accept us as well. I am not saying that some people do not need medication, but we look at so much as negative in the world. See the positive in who you are and capitalize on it. Be who you are every little eccentric part.
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