I've been living my life in a line: shoes off at the door, walk barefoot down the center of the room to my desk and bed. Everywhere else there seemed to be dust and in a few places on the floor dust bunnies were evident. Rather than doing anything about this, I just fell into the pattern of this line, content with life this way.
This morning I woke up and got ready to open the blind and let in the day. As I set my feet on the floor, I felt the texture of dirt under my soles and decided that it was time to do something about the mess. After a quick shower I made my way down to the floor's kitchen and grabbed the broom and dust pan from the closet.
When my floor was finally clean and all the dust collected in the dust pan, I was amazed at just how much was in the pan. For four weeks I've been ignoring my floor and for four weeks the dirt and dust has been steadily building upon it. It seems realizations like this become more common as I get older: I never realize the extent of something until I try to change it.
So too with myself.
This morning I woke up and got ready to open the blind and let in the day. As I set my feet on the floor, I felt the texture of dirt under my soles and decided that it was time to do something about the mess. After a quick shower I made my way down to the floor's kitchen and grabbed the broom and dust pan from the closet.
When my floor was finally clean and all the dust collected in the dust pan, I was amazed at just how much was in the pan. For four weeks I've been ignoring my floor and for four weeks the dirt and dust has been steadily building upon it. It seems realizations like this become more common as I get older: I never realize the extent of something until I try to change it.
So too with myself.
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