Okay so cleaning is a full-time job. No matter how many times I clean a room and walk away thinking its finished I must understand its never finished! Tomorrow the waste basket will start to fill up and the dust will again gather. And I have yet to learn that cleaning doesn’t mean I have to complain. I am a complainer. Why? I can’t say, it doesn’t bring me anything except maybe a little sympathy and who needs that? I even have a husband who helps me with chores and cooking. Armed with that, who has a right to complain?
Once I start complaining about something like cleaning, I realize the same attitude seeps into other areas. I let my dreams to design fashion and write and do art float around in la la land. But then its as if my dreams are just things that also gather dust every day, and when I don’t touch them, they become more obsolete.
I don’t know what it is that I fear. Maybe that my dreams will turn out charred, the way a specially prepared dinner might end up in ashes at the bottom of the pan. Maybe I will think a dream to death and pursue it with gusto just to put it down and forget about it.
Many of us have a lot of dreams we want to pursue, and the funny thing is anything is possible, it’s just about doing the work. But the thing about pursuing your dreams and paying your dues to get there, is that once you have earned a spot in life doing what you want to do and being who you want to be, no one can touch you. No one can tell you no, because you have earned it. Now isn’t that worth it after all?
Miss Corrigan 
Loved the video at the end. Got me pumped and thinking. Thank you for that miss Corrigan.
How did I know that the first post for you to ever read lightning fast would be called Cleaning and Scrubbing can wait til tomorrow?
I have this unexplainable connection with you. I am feeling the same way you are. The things you post help me as much, if not more than you having the need to write them. Thank you for the inspiring Rocky video and blogs. Keep them coming!!
Thanks Sheena Queen of the Jungle. I also have this unexplained connection with you, when you put your two fingers to your forehead and call the animals, I hear you all the way in California, land of the mountain lion and hummingbird.
Oh my gawd, I love that cleaning video. The first time I saw it I laughed so hard. I think because that’s exactly how housework can feel at times. Like a long sentence!!!
That video struck home with me too when one day I realized the brown between the zillions of tiles in the shower was not really supposed to be there…thats when I had to turn an old toothbrush into a tool I would come to hate:)
I couldn’t agree more. I hate cleaning but I also hate untidy or dirty rooms so there is a big contradiction right there. Glad to know I am not the only one. cheers Judy P.S. I am a follower now thanks for the great posts. cheers Judy
No my new blog acquaintance, you are not the only one indeed. I have been pondering that thought lately, I often wonder if I’m the only one who thinks this and that. Blogging and exploring other blogs have made me realize how alike we all are, despite our individual preferences. Will check out your blog soon, thanks for the follow-nothing like getting an email that someone out there is digging your work. Makes me wanna keep writing, and that really is a priceless gift.