Working my way through the weekend chores with the help of a
random number generator today. (The chores are already in a list. Okay, three lists. It sort of makes sense, but it's a boring explanation. But list format means they could be numbered, and I do like counting things! The random number generator just makes it more interesting to decide what to do next.)
There are times when I'm like 'heck yeah, dusting! I love having everything be dusted and it's so easy!' And then there's times when I get immense joy from moving 'dusting' to the done list week after week without actually doing it. There are times when I'm all 'I'll cook something, and then I'll have food all week!' And then there's times when I think 'but consider this -- you could eat cheese and crackers all week, and *not* cook anything!'
With most things, I cycle in and out of caring about and/or being willing to actually do them with enough consistency that they pretty much get done what I'd consider an adequate amount. [The one that became a major 'I'M NOT DOING THAT YOU CAN'T MAKE ME' was vacuuming (fine for years! then suddenly not), and so now I have a robot vacuum cleaner named JJ (Josie 2.0), and that's been better. ]
It's one of my favorite things about getting older, actually. When I was younger, and I started doing something and then stopped enjoying it, it felt like failure. Now it feels like 'hey, it's cool, I'll enjoy something else right now, and I'll like doing that other thing again someday.' I mean, I try to pay some attention to it, so that I can prod things along if it seems necessary, but the perspective of being able to see that I've done this before, and it worked out okay -- it's nice.
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