I'm a critic by nature. Sensitive. I notice detail.
Through my life, I've striven for balance in all areas (it wouldn't be balance if I didn't try and even everything out.)
So I get mostly steady on a given plane, then as I settle in, I adapt. I feel the subtle incongruencies of my environment and I flow with them or push against them as I see fit.
I've been cleaning house this weekend, moreso than usual. I've still been social - I went to Jamie's football game yesterday, and today I'm going to Shelly's son's baptismal party. And I've watched some golf, played some music, did some shopping and had a good visit with Phil on the phone. But I've been in a cleaning zone.
And as my physical body works and scrubs, my mind wanders to thoughts, memories, philosophies and dreams. So I have to say, given ample time and no schedule, I rather enjoy house cleaning.
And so, as I finish the weekend by tidying up a few loose ends, I'll take a deep breath of this refreshment I've brought into my life. I'll smile.