THE BOOK IS DONE!!! (At least this first phase is done. I’ll hear back about edits hopefully soon.)
I’m loving getting back to “just” blogging (like I ever “just” blog), and went through some files looking for posts I started writing in the midst of the Book Writing Crazy Period but never finished. I’m sharing this one, as I feel the fact that it remained unfinished adds to its authenticity.
I’m in Survival Mode.
I’m surviving by running my dishwasher every night. (Ish.)
Even when I can’t/tell-myself-I-can’t “do the dishes.”
And that’s hard.
I have to fight my tendency to not do anything if I can’t (or tell myself I can’t) do it all right then. So I can’t see the point in running the dishwasher when I know there’s no way I’m going to also wash the pots and pans and cookie sheets that won’t fit.
But there’s a point.
There’s totally a point.
I ended there. I have no idea if I considered myself done or if I planned to finish it off with something profound.
From the other side, I can say with confidence-based-on-experience that I was right. There is/was totally a point. There’s a point to, at the very very least, running the dishwasher.
I’m in Survival Mode Recovery now, having turned in the manuscript, traveled for a week with the family, and decorated the house (or at least the front two rooms) for Christmas.
And on this first “normal” morning since Survival Mode (that’s when I’m writing this, not sure when I will publish it), all I had to do was empty the dishwasher, reload it with newly-dirtied dishes, and wipe down cabinets. And the kitchen was pretty much clean. Not perfect, but clean. And I could shift my focus to Laundry Day without the nagging guilt of a nasty kitchen.
I like exhaustive explanations of things like how to make the best of a trip to the beach or how to properly grow potatoes, but on things that exhaust me anyway (even before I actually do any of the work), like cleaning, there are times when I don’t want exhaustive advice or best practices or 52 things to do every day in my kitchen to keep it sparkly and smelling fresh.
I just want to know what I have to do. What I absolutely must do to survive. To avoid total disaster. To put myself in a place where I can eventually devote a single day to those 52 things without first calling in a HazMat team.
Because there are days when even the very most basic of basics seem overwhelming and exhausting. On those days, the best of the best make me give up before I start.
If you also want to know the most basic of basics, here it is: Do the dishes. It’s like magic but not magic at all.
Need more exhaustive explanations of this basic concept? Here’s why I have to run my dishwasher every single night. Here’s an annoying excuse-busting post for those who don’t have dishwashers. And here’s my e-book that breaks it down, day by day, excuse by excuse, and slob-thought by slob-thought.