TGIM

I often look forward to Mondays, oddly enough.

Many weekends turn out to be anything but that much sought-after safe harbor of relaxation and stress relief.

On these weekends, trouble comes in a continual flood, whether it be in the form of white-hot, soul-draining teenage angst, dealings with inconsiderate neighbors, unfinished (or un-budgeted) projects, a whirlwind schedule, or any of countless other stress-inducing conditions or situations.

This last weekend was no exception.

And in times of stress, I like to clean. It’s the purging of clutter and the reclamation of horizontal surfaces that make me feel better. I take out my aggression  upon things, showing no mercy in my tossing of old stuff that I might have considered useful at one time, or things that I stashed to “deal with later”.

Thus, I spent the better part of yesterday cleaning the garage, putting away the last of the Christmas boxes, reorganizing shelves and tossing old junk. I cleaned my workbench too. What had been a hopeless tangle of tools, screws, wire and miscellaneous project parts is now a clean desktop ready for the next project.

This weekends frustrations yielded a few nice dividends:

1) Those frustrations were resolved peacefully.

2) My garage is clean enough to get my car in, out of the rain and cold.

I came to work this morning with a calm and peaceful attitude, driving a warm, dry car.

Life is good.