I vacuum every day.
Maybe not quite every day, but nearly every day. It’s part of my job, you see. I manage a high-traffic office; we have people in and out all day long. And their feet bring in dirt and stones and leaves and all kinds of stuff.
As the new year kicked off, I tried, as so many do, to do some heavy duty processing about who I am and what my purpose is. That kind of thinking can at times be detrimental to one’s mental health, but I’ll tell you, this go-round, I’ve really enjoyed the process.
Because I’m learning to appreciate the small things. Like vacuuming. God’s initial mandate for man was that he be fruitful, multiply, and subdue the earth. Believe it or not, vacuuming is one of the ways I accomplish that mandate. Every day, the earth tries to win the battle by dumping more of itself all over my carpets. And every day, I beat it back with a whirring hoover.
It’s good work. It restores order from chaos. It makes presentable what was a mess. So, I vacuum every day, but I’m learning to appreciate it.