Actually, I used to do this a lot back in the day, but I kind of stopped. Something makes me feel more alive when I am swelling out in the wilderness or society rather than in my domicile. But I had a terrific day yesterday. Managed to earn some extra money helping out my kid's mother clean her place. I've realized that cleaning is a passion for me
And if you can drop in and enjoy the act of cleaning, it's like I said, therapeutic. But yet cleaning our own place can feel like torture. Right? So what's the catch there? Who knows? I wonder if it's just a motivation focus. Either way, why don't you just drop a line? Because that made me think of some things and how I approach them as well
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@FryedOreo · 3:19
Yeah, Dobstie, you hit on something very interesting. Even if I wasn't being paid, I think I still would find enjoyment of it. And according to my love languages, my main thing is acts of service. And no more apparent is this than with the cleaning. Every day my kid's mom will ask me while I'm doing it, do you really want to do this? Or she doesn't really believe that I actually enjoy it, but I do