Although it is a Sunday, and officially a day of rest, I am doing the chores because I had been lying down on the job these last few days and had not got around to them. I very cheerfully started off with three days worth of dishes and they looked a bit daunting to start with, but when I was halfway through them, I had gotten up to the proper speed and I was ready to tackle whatever came next. The washing machine is churning away now after I collected as much laundry as I could and I have folded and put away what was on the clothing rack.
It seems impossible that I am having fun doing these boring chores, but I am actually enjoying myself. I am going to strip my bed next so I will have the pleasure of sleeping under clean covers tonight. I am doing whatever I can to make my surroundings as pleasant as possible and my living experience the optimal I can make it. With a bit of imagination, I will think of other things to do that will bring that about.
Of course, I am not going to create so much work for myself that it stops being fun. The whole point is to enjoy myself and that does not mean a day of drudgery. And I also have to remember to very much live in the moment and to not plan my day too much ahead of time. It would spoil all the fun if I tried to live it according to some sort of tight schedule.
The less nice thing is that it is a wet gray day outside and not one that makes me want to go for long walks with Tyke.That would definitely not be an enjoyable thing to do, though getting a bit wet is not the worst part. It is the cold wind that blows that is the worst. I am grateful for hot cups of coffee on a day like this. Cold lemonade just does not cut it.