Cleaning

My 100 miles per hour college life instantly halts. All that exists in each consecutive moment are me and my organization-inducing arms. I am devoid of insidious doubts, impending worries, and distracting emotions. While my limbs carry out the perfunctory tasks of vacuuming the floor or washing my dishes, my mind wanders freely and processing the events of the day. In this state, I ponder over an insightful passage from a book, explore the implications of a what-if scientific scenario, or forgive myself for an embarassing mistake, leaving me unburdened and weightless. As I am brought back to reality, my eyes scan my clothes-free floor, organized desk, empty chair, and made-up bed, and I feel like I’ve done at least one thing right today. It’s a deliciously satisfying way to meditate.