THAT SENSE OF ACCOMPLISHMENT

Today is my last day of vacation. I am ashamed to admit that the Bailey's bottle is still half full.

Very untrue to form I just don't have taste for it these past couple days. Beer or wine either. Just water and tea.

That first day of vacation when I was home alone, believe it or not I spent a solid 9 hours of it cleaning. Yes, cleaning. Not the normal weekly/monthly cleaning, that yearly or less cleaning. The one where are the rugs come up, the hardwoods and tiles get scrubbed, the furniture and appliances get pulled out and the areas under and behind them cleaned. The living room gets re arraigned and every single corner, trim/floor board and all doors scrubbed.

No one will notice it but me, and that is just fine. I think it's marvelous.

All those little things you see and can't get to so they get put off. It's hard enough keeping up with the family and job, this the the stuff that falls off the list early.

And as I sat in my nice clean house basking the the lemon fresh scent and a cup of tea I realized something. I was downright giddy. I spent the entire day cleaning and the house looks incredible. I see it every time I look at a door or a set of blinds.

I had a sense of accomplishment.

It has been so long since I had that in any shape or form that I could see or touch. I have run a few races since then, but running is a process, not a deliverable. There's nothing to see, touch, admire (yes, the medals are nice, but that just doesn't do it for me)... it all makes sense.

That's what's missing.

It's like the clouds parted and the sun burst through all of a sudden.

Well, shit. Now I know what I am looking for....

That should make finding it a hell of a lot easier.. time well spent.