The Plunge

A receptacle of necessity.
Dumped on.
And in.
Stagnate and Dingy.
A container of waste.
{One in the same.}
Clogged and compacted.
Full of poison.
It overflows.
So do I.
Plumbing problems are always internal.
And sometimes you just have to sit in your own stink.
Sit and Smell.
Cold and contaminated.
Then with a quick repetitious suck.swirl.flush...
You are clear.
{A few sprays and swipe downs later.}
An alabaster white vessel.

I can't quite tell you why the toilet has been on my mind today. Perhaps it is because I live with 3 boys. Yes, let's blame it on that. Constantly preaching for a steady aim and clean no-drip finish, I do. Results don't always end up that way though.

And isn't that life?

There are so many facets of my life that I strive for that steady aim and clean no-drip finish. But alas, the stench lingers. Potent and pungent is the aroma of my shortcomings and mistakes.

How I long for a life as crisply breathtaking and inspiring as what you see here.

Vivid colors saturated and complimentary.
Yet, no.

And why is it that we all seem to think that life, in fact, should be that way? And that if and when it is not, we are the ones loosing it, cooky, or just not up to par.

Pattern sculpting.
The heart of the matter.

That's what life is really about. And least I am leaning towards this mental mantra right now.
I am adamant that my toilets will not reek of urine. No sir. Not in THIS house.

But, I go at it all wrong. And this just occurred to me today. You see, I stock up on cleaning supplies with all the best advertisements and guarantees. Then multiple times a week I spray all 3 toilets from top to bottom with these magic chemicals.

And then...
I let them soak in.
I do.

The spray turns into sticky residue and then a cloudy dried film on my johns.
Because my intentions aren't matched with my actions.
I over plan and under-achieve.
And before you know it, I have waisted countless 1/2 bottles of disinfectant and still have only dirty potties.

Does that sound like life to you?
I'm gonna attempt to stop that right here and right now.
I am plunging.
Can you see me?
My plungers:
  1. This book and this book. I will read and take notes. I will let the words soften my heart and speak to my spirit.
  2. This book. I will make changes to brighten and bring order to the world where I create.
  3. I will run. With music loud and air drums jamming.
  4. I will fill my belly with goodness for me.
  5. I will rest.
  6. I will listen to Kenny's dreams and wish for them to come true.
  7. I will drink more water, damnit.
  8. I will wipe down my toilets everyday.
  9. I will paint my fingernails more. It's something I like to do.
  10. I will call my favorite peeps more. I need to hear their voices and just maybe they need to hear mine.
  11. I will romance my husband more.
  12. I will write on just exactly what my heart needs to say.
  13. And most of all, I will pray and thank God more.

Yes, I will strive to live for the transitions and gain from their place in my life instead of aiming for the perfection of a bathroom that doesn't exist.

Because there is no such thing as a clean no-drip finish.

.mac :)