Cinderella. No. Really.

A while back I talked about my Ideal Life Exercises…the once-every-21 days focus on an individual area of my life where I want to move to a more ideal life. I’m not Pollyanna. I know very well it will never be ideal. But everything can be better. And I do want to be more content.

So today is Clean House day. Literally, my least favorite day of the month. It is the day where I take the blinders off and look very critically at the smudges on the windows, the splashes on the bathroom mirror, the state of the bath toys, the…ooh, I better stop there because I really don’t want to think about what else there is to do in the bathroom right now.

I don’t work outside the home at this juncture. My indulgent husband and I made a quality-of-life choice to live smaller so that we could raise our boys the way we imagined we wanted to, meaning that they would always have one parent available to them. I write my novels, waiting for the day when I can face my fear of rejection and actually send them to an agent. So I am the one who is home.

I am also the one who gets more irritated by the mess, and as my own personal rule of thumb states, “if it pisses you off, do something about it,” I am the one who ends up dealing with the mess.

Today was another spring-ish day. I picked out a daffodil colored lace dress to wear today before I realized that I would be spending my morning scrubbing toilets and floors and changing sheets. I took the denim belt I made out for its maiden voyage.

Crafty crafty.

Instead of changing my mind, I reminded myself that everything is washable. I totally leaned into it. I leaned into the Cinderella thing in a very big way. Can I tell you something?

It made scrubbing the toilets more bearable.

I am Cinderella. For Real.

Published by Lily Fields

I am passionate about contentment. This is a challenge, because I am equally passionate about progress. I get up at 4:00AM to chip away at a solution to this monolithic problem: how to make progress on my contentment. Born and raised in the USA, I married a French philosophy teacher in 1999. We have lived in France since 2007. We stayed young and carefree until life threw us two curveballs in the form of little humans one after another in 2015 and 2017 respectively. Now I am a slightly older, slightly more exhausted version of myself, but with mystery stains on my walls and a never-ending pile of laundry.

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