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It was a Wednesday afternoon and I had just finished up lunch. I sat back down at my desk and opened tabs for Twitter, Reddit, PGP, and Redraidersports.com to prepare myself for the doldrums of the afternoon. I had my Gmail open but the chat I keep rolling with two of my friends had gone dead and I was looking down the barrel of a long, dry afternoon at the office. All the work that needed to be done for the week was already completed and there wasn’t anything to really *do*. I looked back at the clock and ten minutes had gone by. I couldn’t help be come back to the thought that “it was only Wednesday…..I have two more days of this?”
Little voice in my head goes: “but what if I didn’t?”
I immediately checked the PTO available to me and I had time to burn. “Why do I even need to be here?” I thought to myself. “Everything is done, and I’m caught up for the entire week?” I didn’t have argue with myself. I went ahead and mashed that request for a personal day on Friday and started to plot out my activities for my surprise day off.
My day was supposed to go something like this:
• Wake up
• Throw the weights around a bit and get a nice work out in
• Make a solid breakfast, something with eggs and sausage
• Head out to see Black Panther
• Come back
• Take a nap
• Get the kid from day care.
What a nice day! A damn near perfect day of solo activities and with a light touch of “Treat Cho’ Self!”
As you’re probably gathering already, this is not what happened. Though what actually took place turned out to be a whole lot better. I learned fist hand the value of taking a day off from work to clean your filthy, disorganized, messy house.
Friends, I experienced bliss. Better than any drug, illegal or prescribed, could provide. After my morning workout and some peaceful PS4 time, I began in the kitchen. As I removed my wife’s trinkets and nic nacs from the kitchen counters to spray and clean under them, I felt my entire world coming together in a nice, clean, and orderly fashion. The laundry chugged its way through the washer and dryer and each batch of fresh clothing brought me closer to inner peace. I picked up my son’s toys and meticulously placed them back to where they belong and each time I did, I felt any sense of anxiety, doubt, and fear melt from my mind. The dishwasher was loaded and rolling and provided the soundtrack to my home therapy session as I dusted the shelves and cleaned the floors. Overlapping the dishwasher was the familiar voice of Michael Scott and the Dunder Mifflin Crew playing through Netflix reruns.
This was my babbling brook. My ocean tide crashing and receding. I found my source of peace and oneness. I even got around to cleaning the bedroom bathroom, the one no one ever sees and afterwards I felt lighter as if this sense of dread had been removed from my life entirely.
The entire cleaning process probably took 4-5 hours and what I learned was well worth it. From this point moving forward, I’m going to take a mental health day every 6-8 weeks to stay home and get absolutely obsessive over the cleanliness of my home. There is tremendous value in this and if you’re someone who has their fair share of stress, anxiety, fear, and doubt then I’d highly recommend taking some PTO to get your living space clean and looking show worthy. With your living space clean and in order, you’ll experience a similar feeling of orderly calm peace within yourself.
It should be noted that my son did not care for my efforts. All of toys were back out in the span of an hour. Oh well, kitchen still clean AF..
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