This morning the light streaming in the window was a show-stopper. I HAD to share it on Instagram. The world was dying to see this light thru my eyes.
I grabbed my new Pixel phone and prepared to capture an incredible shot.
I wish I had.
The light was hitting my plants in an exceptional way. The green, the filtered edges, the feeling of grace, of lightness, all was there.
What happened next, sucks.
Because as I was about to take the shot, in a split second, I noticed some dust and had to pause.
I sighed. I don’t want the people on Instagram to find out that I’m not a person who “dusts.” I’m not a person who has a maid. I am the maid, except I’m a maid who never dusts.
Ok, I’ll dust this one time.
I run to get some Lemon Pledge. I grab a paper towel. I spray the wood where the most obvious dust is sitting. I wipe. Then I put it all down. I grab my Pixel phone with my lemon pledge fingers.
And the light is going. It is going right before my eyes. I try to re-arrange the shot. I try to pull back the magic that had captivated me earlier.
But. it. is. gone.
This is why I know, deep in my heart, that cleaning wrecks your life.