Saturday, July 28, 2018
Chores Ground Me
A batter of dough, a walk downtown, a scrub of the kitchen floor. Whenever I think that my chores interrupt me I remind myself that chores ground me. The next day; a load of wash, a sink of dishes, a pot of boiled eggs. It's true, they do as long as they are sprinkled throughout the week and not piled on back to back like a marathon session. I used to hate weekends because not working meant back -to-back chores. Now I know better. Chores ground me, and swimming centers me.
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