Day Three: Work
I know, I know, it is ironic to write about work on a Saturday. I would love for this post to be about a tropical vacation, or a day at the spa, but I don't have those things today. Today I have work, and I am going to be grateful for what I do have.
Let me clarify, today I don't have to go to work, but the household chores and the weekly errands that have piled up, as a result of my lack of motivation, over the course of past several days has left me with a lot of, what I like to call, "work away from work".
The day started at Costco's tire center. New tires for the RAV4 (aka Benny). That car has needed new tires for months, but we have been putting it off until we could find a decent deal (because tires are pricey), and fortunately one came along in the form of a Black Friday deal; just in time for icy roads and holiday traffic. One thing I have learned about adulthood is that you can either have peace of mind, or you can have a lot of spending money. This year I have had enough nightmares about horrible car accidents to last me a lifetime. Because of this, I will happily take the overpriced peace of mind and leave the trip to Europe for another day.
While we were trying to pass the time by meandering around Costco it dawned on me how incredibly fortunate I am to have the means to pay for the things I need--a luxury that I would not have without the blessing of work. So, first and foremost I am grateful for a job that provides me with an abundance of necessities and securities. Though I can definitely empathize with anyone who does not find satisfaction in their career path or wishes they had more freetime, I cannot deny the many benefits I have received as a result of my job (pun intended).
After our outing we headed home to tend to the dreaded cleaning, aaaaaand washing, aaaaaand dusting, etc. I am not sure when it was that I last did laundry, but based on the fact that my underwear drawer is empty and my closet has more hangers that are naked than clothed, it has been approximately fourteen days. Yikes.
Sometimes, in the mundane tasks of life, it is easy to lose sight of our blessings. But today I had to hold back tears while loading my dishwasher as I considered what a gift it is to have a home to keep clean. The small basement apartment where my husband and I reside has been a place of refuge during the throes of a worldwide pandemic and the challenges of many unforeseen personal trials. I truly cannot imagine not having a place to live or a warm bed to rest my body at the end of the. Therefore, secondly, I am grateful for housework--or rather what that housework entails.
So, here's a lifetime of vacuuming floors, fluffing pillows, and providing for my family in whatever capacity I am needed. May I always be fortunate enough to have work.