The Kitchen Sink
My wife and kids leave for school about an hour before I do. Which means I have a good chunk of time to spend how I choose. Sometimes I use it well and sometimes I waste it. Don’t get me wrong, by wasting it I don’t mean that I am lying on the couch throwing down bacon while watching Sports Center. And by using it well I don’t mean that I am editing the final draft of my magnum opus. Probably somewhere in between both scenarios lies the truth.
But one day I was feeling anxious. Jittery even. And it wasn’t the coffee. It was nothing in particular. For those of you that have anxiety, like I do, you can probably relate. Those of you that don’t are probably wondering WTH I am talking about. I mean why was I feeling anxious if I had nothing to be anxious about?
That’s precisely the point.
Anxiety is often out of my control.
So with about half an hour before I had to leave for school I decided to try something that I thought just might work. No deep breathing. No gratitude journal. And no meditation. Nothing against either of them — they just didn’t make the relieve-my anxiety-cut.
But you know what did?
My sink that was full of…
Dirty dishes and utensils were just sitting—lounging might be a better verb choice—in the sink. Daring me to take them on.
I needed some jams to help me out here. Am showing my age because I just used the word jams? Does anyone even use that word anymore? Ahh, who cares?
My daughter had been listening to Khalid recently and I have to admit. His songs put me in a great mood. So, I put his album on and began tackling the sink.
I emptied the dishwater in no time flat.
Then I attacked the sink. The dirty utensils and crusty bowls didn’t have as much to say now. It was easy for them to give me the side-eye when they thought I didn’t see them.
But now that they were on my radar? Well, let’s just say they showed a little more respect.
As I moved and grooved to American Teen, the sink began to empty.
Forks. Knives. Water spraying. Not too hot, but just hot enough to get that oatmeal off of the bowl I should have rinsed better the night before. In a matter of minutes, the sink was empty and the dishwasher was full.
How you like me now anxiety?!
I no longer felt anxious and my jitters disappeared.
Crazy how something so simple was able to help me deal with something so complex.
But it did. Try it sometime.
The next time you wake up feeling a little off and not sure what to do.
Find something that you can do with minimal effort.
Turn on some music that gets you moving.
And see what happens.
What do you have to lose?
This piece was inspired by Jennifer Gonzales’ Overwhelmed? Do 5 Things. I was going to try to summarize her piece. But then I realized that any attempt to do so would fall short. So, instead of hearing from me about her piece, just click the link above. I am certain you’ll be glad you did.