It’s Monday and I stayed up a little too late, so I’m tired and contrary.
I don’t have time to meditate.
It doesn’t work for me.
I would much rather hit something.
But it’s Monday, and I don’t want to begin the week with an argument, so I respond in a soft calm voice.
Take a deep breath. There’s no time mandate.
There are many ways. Let go of expectations. You get out what you put in.
You can always punch the bag later.
They aren’t going to wash themselves. It was fun cooking and delightful eating but now there are dishes. Many dishes. So you fill the sink with water almost too hot to touch, and add a splash of soap.
Scrub. Rinse. Repeat.
The water warms your hands. You think about all the other things you need to do, almost miss a spot on a plate but catch it in the rinse. The steam rises up, touches your face and spreads warmth. You think about all the things you would rather be doing, find a hard spot on a pan and put a little muscle into it. Breathe in the scent of soap. Concentrate on the task at hand with a few meandering reflections on the beauty of bubbles. Wine glasses drawn out of the sudsy water sparkle. You search for the final fork, ensure that it shines, and open the drain.