I hate scrubbing toilets.
There’s something about cleaning a toilet after knowing who used it last that makes it even worse. And that’s what I’ve been doing lately. Scrubbing toilets.
It doesn’t matter if you have to clean up a shared bathroom where someone pees on the seat, or you have to clean up after someone who tossed their cookies. It doesn’t matter if you’re forced to clean before you have a visitor, or after a visitor, or even if you have to clean your own bathroom. When it comes down to it, there’s a reason we all dread cleaning bathrooms. Because it’s gross.
And if you don’t agree with me, well, good for you?
But today I’ve been scrubbing toilets thinking about how much I HATE scrubbing toilets. And I think life in itself is just like that. You have to do things you don’t like over and over again because, well, that’s just how it goes.
If I was bitter about having to clean bathrooms, then every time I went to put cleaner in the bowl or sanitize the handle– I’d really get into a funk.
And if I’m being honest, sometimes that DOES happen.
But that’s not how I should be going through life. Always in a funk over the next worst thing.
What does this have to do with anything?
Life is hard, and there are many parts of it that suck. But if we focus on the hard things and what we hate about them, we miss the beauty.
Like the beauty of meeting new people. The beauty of helping someone who needs it.
Like the beauty of getting to sit down and write something. The beauty of discovering a new story, or the beauty of reading a story that never gets old.
Life is made up of beauty and bitterness alike. Today I’m choosing not to be bitter, or resentful. What about you?
To answer the question I know you’re dying to ask:
I still haven’t found what’s beautiful about scrubbing toilets.
But when I do, I’ll make sure to let you know.
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