It’s kind of funny to list this. I’ve never liked cleaning up after other people, and resentment about cleaning was a source of conflict in my marriage.
But today, playing my music, I caught myself truly enjoying cleaning my house (or part of it — no rush) and knowing it’s going to stay clean longer when I’m the only one here.
And it’s fun to clean while singing, and it’s lovely to have a clean house, and how nice to have a lovely, cozy home of my own.
I am blessed.