Just lately, I’ve had more motivation and energy to do stuff that’s been piling up since the gbs hit me Nov.2007.
Yesterday, while I was mopping my floors and basement, it occurred to me that I was actually happy and thankful to be cleaning the floors. Because I could actually do the work again, without stopping to lie down every few minutes for a rest!
That’s not how I would have felt a few years back, when housework seemed to be a necessary, but somewhat unpleasant chore to be done as quickly as possible, so I could LIVE. :p
I now think that doing housework is LIVING! 😉