While cleaning the litter box I had one of those moments. You know, an epiphany of sorts. What? You don’t get those? Anyway, this is one of those things I do every Monday. Wash the sheets, water all the indoor plants, refill the parakeet’s food and water, clean the litterbox. I usually do these things without even thinking. But for some reason, today as I was refilling the now clean and fresh smelling litterbox, this thought crossed my mind: Is this all there is to my life?
Wow, that was a sobering thought. I mean, I’m not stupid — I have two college degrees. And I’m not lazy, although I can be disturbingly unmotivated at times. And it isn’t that I think that sort of task is beneath me. When I worked at the hospital I was known among the housekeepers as “The R.N. Who Empties Wastebaskets”. I really don’t even mind most housekeeping chores. And I’m always telling people that being a mom and homemaker is a very important job. Most of the time I even believe that. So where did this thought come from?
Yesterday at church, the youth led the service and one of the new college graduates preached the sermon. At one point he asked the age-old question: “What do you want on your tombstone?” What sort of legacy do I want to leave behind?
If I come up with anything, I’ll let you know. In the meantime, my cup of Community Coffee (from New Orleans) tastes great and Queen rocks! Now I had better go start dinner.