I don’t make a decision about running the dishwasher every night. I can’t. I don’t trust myself to make the right one.
Removing this decision means I view those leftover spots in my not-quite-full dishwasher differently. They’re not reasons to not run it (because I don’t get to make that decision). They’re reasons to look for other things to stick in there since I’m going to run it anyway.
Usually, it’s full or overfull after another visual sweep of the kitchen or the rest of the house. I’ve usually forgotten something, and I usually end up with a very full dishwasher after 24 hours of a family of five eating a few meals and not using disposable products.
But when there’s a space, and there are really, truly no more dirty dishes to fill it, I can still find something. Like dusty blue vases displayed above my kitchen sink.
I grabbed the only one I could reach, put it in for the run, and the next morning it was back to the shiny blue that makes my heart sing.
I’m focusing on that instead of on the now-significantly-more-noticeable-dustiness of the other blue glass.