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What Do Running and Dishwashers Have in Common?

I had to empty the dishwasher this morning.  It’s one of the approximately every single indoor chores that I abhor.


So, this morning, feeling inspired, I decided to see if I could get the dishwasher (minus the silverware) empty by the time my Keurig finished brewing my coffee.  And you know what?  It was darn close, and that was with Ben’s interruptions (because we don’t go 2 straight minutes without Ben needing something around here.)  So this is where any other mommy blogger would tell you to gain new perspective on your chores and realize how blessed you are.

Not this girl.

I realize that I’m fortunate to have a dishwasher (albeit a hand-me-down from my grandma).  I realize that chores don’t take as long as they often feel like they take.  I get all of that, and I still loathe chores.

I start to wonder if it’s not the chores that sink me, but the drudgery of modern life that they represent.  We have sunk everything into having houses and conveniences, and then we become slaves to them.  And I don’t know how to get out.

I yearn for a life rich in experiences, not bogged down in a daily to do list that serves as a ball and chain, but for the life of me I cannot figure it out.

I wonder if I would feel so trapped if I lived a “Little House on the Prairie” life, or perhaps if I had a tiny house with only a fraction of the material commitment.  I don’t rightly know.
I wonder if the American Dream has become one of those dreams where you try to run for your life, only to feel like your legs are sandbags moving through quicksand.

And I realize that there’s almost nothing I could do to change any of it.

And so I run.  I run because it’s a taste of freedom, of unfettered movement, of discarding the shackles of everyday life, if even for a brief while, to connect with a deeper meaning and a simpler existence.  And I run barefoot, and on trails.  I become one with the biosphere, and live fully in the moment, not trying to escape or defeat the present reality.  Not always, but often, it’s enough to carry me through the mundane days and years, and fill me with the abundance of life that I crave.

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