I’ve mentioned a time or two, that I used to be an emotional shopper. But instead of running through the store with a tear-stained face and a credit card, I clean.
Yes, I clean.
My own brand of emotional therapy.
I am the girl that offers to do the dishes. I stand over the soapy sink, and my mind wanders. It processes what’s bothering me, while my hands clean the plates. I scrub the pots and pans, all the while ruminating on what’s going on inside my head.
Usually what happens is that, as I am putting the dish towel away, I’ve figured out a solution to what’s been plying me, or I figure out a way to move on from it.
Doing the dishes, although it’s not a glamorous task, keeps my head on straight. I don’t solve my problems by going on a shopping spree that I could ill afford. I don’t buy items that I will regret the moment I sign the charge slip.
I don’t spend money that I don’t have.
Instead, I head over to the sink, grab a sponge, and wallow in the suds…literally and figuratively.
Do you like to clean when thinking over things?