A Cleansing Soul

Last week was not ordinary. I felt off. I couldn't wait for the weekend. Counting down the days felt like a million hours. I read blogs but sometimes couldn't find anything meaningful to say. Friday at 4 pm I am fairly certain I looked like the road runner and got the heck out of the office and bee lined it to pick up Ian like I do every day and we grabbed a bite and came home. I sat on the couch with the iPad and Pinterest'd my brains out. There is something about looking at stuff that makes me happy. Saturday, I watched football, ate some of my favorite things because I am starting a 30 day challenge and just enjoyed being at home. 

I have become somewhat of a home body. I feel claustrophobic if I get around a crowd of people. I don't know if its just I feel like everyone is thinking of what I look like, how I am doing, they want to ask but they don't, how's my life, blah blah. So, I avoid it. I am sure that will change but right now I am comfortable in my own little safe haven. 

Sunday, because my presh puppy Libby aka Lou Lou thinks that she's everyone's alarm clock got me up at 6 am. I went back to sleep and at 8:30 I arose from the bed, made coffee and thought about the day. Oh, and I decided to go outside my box and buy a new coffee creamer. I use milk, but with all the holiday selections thought it would be good to try the Salted Caramel Mocha. Total fail. I didn't like it. But I am going to try the White Chocolate flavor and if its not pleasing, then back to the regular- milk and sugar. 

At 9:30 am, I began to clean. The more I cleaned the more intense it became. I am one of those people that if I get upset or really mad I clean. I wasn't either, but felt the need after last week to just declutter. I washed all the laundry, folded it and put it away.  Like ALL of it. Things that have been in baskets for months. I mean socks became reunited with their mates. I love match making. I threw things away, cleaned my sons room top to bottom. Vacuumed until the floor couldn't be any cleaner. I was on my hands and knees cleaning the carpets of dirty spots and then hands and knees again cleaning the bathroom floors. For some reason, I found it freeing. A different kind of cleanse and not in a crapping my brains out sorta of way. I bagged up clothes to give to my cousin for her little boy, threw away things that were not mine but hey, shoulda took em when ya left, right? I swept and swept the hardwoods and with every stroke I felt better and better. I was also sweating my galls off (my new word for girl balls, you gotta grow a set sometime in your life.)

By 3 pm, I was worn out. I probably can't move today, but it honestly felt so good. The windows open, the fresh air, no sounds except the wind. Maybe it's a start of healing, maybe its the start of renewal or maybe I just needed to clean the damn house. Probably the latter, but I felt like I had accomplished something that I haven't in such a while. 

So, while everyone is juice fasting and swallowing fish oil to rid their body of toxins, I cleaned house. I am hoping this sets the tone for the rest of the month. 

What do you do to cleanse your soul? Read a book, meditate, set in a round room and count the corners? 

Happy Monday,

Dusty