Back in the day, Dad would ask me to do something and I would throw an ever-loving fit. I’m not sure why. I just didn’t want to do the things that he asked me to do. I was kind of a spoiled kid. My only chores were folding the towels, unloading the dishwasher, and vacuuming the steps. If only those were my only chores now! I would throw a fit and Dad would argue with me and sooner or later it would come around to him saying, “If you would have just done it instead of throwing a fit about it, it would have been done already.” And he was usually right.
Touche, Dad. Touche.
It’s a habit that I’ve carried into adulthood, though maybe not to such an extreme. When I have something to do that I don’t want to do, it’s perfectly normal for me to either take a nap or ignore it until it can’t be ignored anymore or throw a little internal fit. (At least I keep the fits on the inside these days!) I always end up reminding myself of my father’s infinite wisdom though. The sooner I do it, the sooner it is done.
It was with this thought that I cleaned off my car this morning, that I go to work every day, that I set about making phone calls I don’t want to make, that I do a chore that I hate. It’s always hard to get started but when it’s done I feel a sense of pride. I’ve done what needed to be done and THAT is important. It’s even better if I do it without complaint.
I hope that I get even better at this. I would love to be one of those people who rolls up her sleeves and gets to work, no matter the chore.