Last Tuesday I managed to meal prep for the week, get dinner ready before I left for practice at 2 pm, and go to bed with an empty sink and a clean kitchen.
This was a major accomplishment for me, and I was super proud of myself.
I wrote a post on Facebook to celebrate and share my excitement.
Every night since then I have gone to bed with an empty sink and clean counters.
Six days in a row I did this.
This is a personal record.
Something inside of me finally clicked, and I just decided I wasn’t going to let things get out of control in the kitchen anymore.
The chaos and stress it caused was finally too much and no longer worth it.
It was more uncomfortable to leave things for later or tomorrow than it was to deal with them.
I guess the Universe decided I needed to level up pretty quickly.
My dishwasher died today.
It’s been making a noise that’s been growing increasingly louder, so I knew this was coming.
Today it totally bit the dust.
Isn’t that how life goes?
You finally get into a groove and things are going really well, and then BAM.
Life is like WHOA, DON’T GET TOO COMFORTABLE, LADY.
This happens to us all the time.
You string together a couple weeks of consistent working out and then you tweak something in your back.
You plan a day for yourself and get a call from the school nurse to come pick up your kid.
You finally save up enough money to buy that pair of shoes you’ve been wanting and you get a speeding ticket.
Curveballs are inevitable.
When they come, it can be so easy to just say screw it.
Or, you can use it as an opportunity.
I’ve never been good at cleaning as I go.
I think the Universe wants me to figure that out.
Like right away.
Today was Meal Prep Monday and I made a lot of dirty dishes.
This was before the dishwasher pooped the bed. I wasn’t planning on washing everything by hand today.
But I did.
There were dishes in the sink at 8:30 tonight. Two weeks ago I would have said screw it and left them for the morning.
Not today.
Because I am not going back to kitchen chaos.
Now my dishwasher is a drying rack.
Seven nights in a row with a clean kitchen.
When your curveball comes – and it’s coming – you can give up, or you can level up.
Either option is uncomfortable.
So I decided to go with the one that’s going to feel really good tomorrow morning.
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