So I scrubbed off the bathroom counter today. I know it's such a mundane chore and everybody does it...but the frequency with which I do this makes the cleaning a special occasion. Truly. I can't even remember the last time I scrubbed down the sinks, mirror and counter...but it was certainly back in 2008. It took an hour.

I'm going to try to do a piece of the bathroom every day. For some reason it's absolutely intimidating to clean my tiny bathroom...I think mostly because I loathe the idea of cleaning just that much. But once I start scrubbing it's not so bad.

So:
Monday - Mirror, counter, sinks
Tuesday - Toilet
Wednesday - Shower walls + door
Thursday - Bathtub
Friday - Floor

I tried to be mindful of the tasks (heavily influenced by recent research on Buddhism, I'm sure) and surprisingly, cleaning becomes relaxing if you focus in the moment. I feel like it's some sort of trick. My brain wants me to think cleaning is nice so I'll do more of it. Damn, that's sneaky.
Yet that would also be clever, which I'm pretty sure my mind is not. (That old saying about the mind as a steel trap? My trap has rusted and the trigger's disconnected.)
But hey! Cleaning as a de-stressing agent? I'll take it!