There are two types of people: those who wash the dishes right away, and those who live like an adult artist 🎨 among the plates that already have their own biography. I am somewhere in between. Not because I am lazy 🙃. But because the dishes are not a duty, but a moment of truth. They are washed not according to a schedule, but by an inner call ✨
If the day has passed calmly yes, I can wash the plate right after eating. Almost with gratitude. But if I have worked, solved a hundred things, talked to people, been strong and polite all day no, let the dishes stand. Because right now I have not the plates on my mind, but the salvation of my personal resources.
Sometimes I look at the sink as if it were an opponent in the ring. I do not get angry I just gather my strength. I turn on the music, roll up my sleeves, pick up a sponge and the magic begins. At this moment, I am the goddess of cleanliness 👑. Or the housekeeper of my world. It is not when that matters, but with what mood.
There is something pleasant in how it becomes cleaner before your eyes. Even if not right away. Even after a breath, coffee and an internal dialogue in the style of “okay, enough putting it off” 😅. This is also part of the character not in the speed of work, but in honesty to yourself.
So if you look into my kitchen do not judge by the plates in the sink 🍽️. They are just waiting for me to turn on the “everything is under control” mode again 💪😌 And it turns on not on command. But on intuition.

Katya💋🔥