Daily Handbasket: Finding Work, Finding Myself

 

 

Probably time for a trip to the grocery, too.

 

If you caught my Sunday Instagram, you know I spent lots of time yesterday cleaning my refrigerator. I won’t give you all the gory details, but suffice it to say, I realized it wasn’t clean in hidden (and not so hidden) places. It started with my noticing a nearly empty shelf with frittlins (yes, that’s a word in Laura Speak) on it, so I popped the shelf off and washed it in the sink. It sparkled so, I decided to do another and another. All told, with taking out and cleaning the two broad glass shelves covering the produce and the deli drawers, I spent an hour and a half working on it. Oddly enough, I had a good time. The television was off, and I didn’t have a podcast or music playing. It was just me, and the warm water, the scrubbing, and the pieces of refrigerator scattered about the kitchen, drying. When I put everything back together I felt ridiculously, thoroughly proud of the result (thus the photos).

Once upon a time in my life, my refrigerator would’ve been far less mucky because I cleaned it regularly. In fact, I cleaned everything with precise regularity. For a few years cleaning was a bulwark against my internal unhappiness. Thanks to FlyLady (which I do highly recommend), my house was sparkling and anyone could drop by and find only a few toys out of place. But inside I was miserable. I had a toddler who was more challenging than I could imagine any toddler had a right to be, my marriage was floundering, and I was depressed. The state of my house was the only thing in my life I felt I had control over.

My cleaning routines had a lot of anger in them. While they made life seem to run more smoothly, I know they puzzled my family. Control. I was desperate for control.

Somewhere in those busy days, I did make time to write. And I sold a book. Two, in fact. Life changed again. I found the approval and personal satisfaction I’d been searching for in my writing work. My toddler was still frustrating, and emotionally I was still a bit of a wreck, but I’d discovered that not only was my writing a necessary creative act that fed my starving soul, it made other people happy as well.

It wasn’t magic. The sale of that first book gave me a boost, but the real key was satisfying myself, and that’s what keeps me going. Work is necessary to the soul, whether you feel fulfilled by cleaning a house, writing stories, raising and teaching children, nursing strangers, selling cars—whatever. And the most fulfilling work both pleases us and makes a difference—even a small one—for someone else.

We are not meant to live alone, and we find others when we are looking for ourselves.

 

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Exercise: Outdoor walk w/ hills, 1.25 miles

4 thoughts on “Daily Handbasket: Finding Work, Finding Myself”

  1. J.T. Ellison says:

    What a shift you’ve had over the past ten years. It’s is wondrous to behold. Magic, and hard work. xox

    1. Laura Benedict says:

      You’ve seen it all, my dear. So grateful…💜💜💜

  2. skyecaitlin says:

    Laura; thanks for the inspiration! (frittin???) Laura speak, huh? Honestly, I can identify with all you wrote, but the big difference is you moved on in a healthy way, but I am ocd’ing it with constant cleaning AND working ( because I can’t say NO), instead of relocating to another state or just pleasing myself by writing. JT seems to understand you, and I gained a great deal by reading this. 🙂

    1. Laura Benedict says:

      It’s a journey that never ends, you know? Hang in there. Self-awareness is a brilliant first step.

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