Day 389
Restaurant carpets all smell the same when they are being cleaned. It doesn't matter what type of restaurant, the accumulation of grease, dirt and odors all smell the same.
I don't like that smell. I do like cleaning carpets. I like how they are transformed. The colors change from dark black back to patterns, colors and contrast. The spots and stains disappear. It smells oh so much better.
Why am I telling you this? This morning I'm moving a little slower. We cleaned a restaurant last night and got home late. I was sitting here noticing an accumulating to do list building in my head. It was starting to smell of restaurant sludge: greasy, thick, smelly, dark and heavy. Out my window I hear a bird merrily chirping away.
Today and everyday is a new beginning. The singing bird with a brain much smaller than mine understands the beauty of mornings. My head is full of dark sludge while my little friend just sings. Today was one of those days I was wondering if my life was the life I should have.
Early mornings are a gift. A fresh new beginning. It is a shame to waste this time letting the sludge of to do's, should do's, or why haven't you done lists cloud my thoughts. Clean carpets are lighter, brighter and smell oh so much better than those filled with the sludge of cooking oils and dirt. Surly my brain is better off clean than sludged.
A little less sludge and a little more singing is a better way to start the day.
Happy travels,
Denise
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