I like a clean house though. Even at work, I have the cleanest cubicle. I can’t function well in a disorganized place.
As I am still healing and trying not to exacerbate anything, and most of all, learning to be gentle with my body, cleaning my house means I have to do them in steps, and sometimes over several days.
So while I was putting a bag of brown sugar into a shelf (okay, I need to come clean and tell you that I was throwing the bag into a shelf about 5 feet up), it broke and sugar spilled on my counter and newly mopped floor… I was happy that I just laughed at the situation.
Why was I happy? Because I automatically shrugged it off and went with the flow of it. Which means I am becoming a little more comfortable with the whole “surrender” and “going with the flow” thing. Kinda cool, right? So that is most definitely something to be grateful for. Now to clean the sugary mess!