Tumbles from precarious spot at stair top
Bending to grab it in mid-stride head connects with doorframe
And so I pose to you the question…is it healthier to have a clean house or a dirty house? Because right now I’m falling on the ‘dirty’ side of things myself. Cleaning seems to come with hazards all its own. Physical injury aside (don’t ever assume that my blog title implies gracefulness of movement) there are all of those WARNING THIS PRODUCT COULD KILL YOU labels that are on most household cleaners. (I’m finding that baking soda and vinegar work pretty well.)
At the same time, I’m really enjoying the sparkle that my house is taking on, and I’m finding the external motivation to clean (I joined an online cleaning challenge) is helping with the seasonal depression that is doing its best to weigh me down.
I know, this is a light and trivial post. Some days trivial is all I can muster. Some days I have to laugh at myself or I’ll cry. I’m still slogging along in the desire to become more fully who God wants me to be, more fully stamped with his image but some days I wonder if I’ll ever get there.