OK, so maybe five and a half hours of heavy lifting and scrubbing was a little extreme, but cleaning my apartment like an Amish woman was worth it. I’m exhausted and sore, but very very happy. And peaceful. And feeling a bit more like my old self again.
Somewhere along the line I gave up an awful lot of control over my day to day life. I went from being physically strong like a bull and fiercely independent to sitting in chairs hooked to machines at the mercy of technology and other people.
I hate that.
Moments ago, I cleared everything off of the balcony so they can power wash the building this week. I got the email notice telling me to do this a week ago, but instead of going out and doing it, I fretted and fretted and worried and worried and stressed and stressed over it. The actual doing took five minutes. The angsting took six days.
I hate that too.
This isn’t to say that I won’t be a pitiful heap of helplessness again anytime soon, but at least I’ve had a few hours of feeling like the OG Spinster Stitcher again. And that makes all of the pain and fatigue totally worth it.
After a nice hot scrubby shower in a clean bathroom last night I settled in to put a few stitches into Grasshopper Pie. Perfect end to a busy day...hopefully I’ll do the same thing tonight!
Happy Sunday, Dearies! I hope you are feeling empowered and in control of your little corner of the world today! Do something wonderful for yourself and come tell me all anout it!