Many years ago I had an epiphany about laundry. All the time, laundry. It always needed to be done and I used to grumble under my breath how much “I hate doing laundry”. And then one day I decided to stop saying that, and to replace it with, “I enjoy having my clothes folded and placed where they belong.” Every time I started to hear myself say I hate to do laundry, I would stop myself and replace it with why I liked it when it was done. I’m sure this bright idea did not just appear out of nowhere, it was probably from a podcast or a book. But it doesn’t matter, wherever it came from, it stuck with me.

Fast forward all these years later and I still have negative statements that need replacing. Cooking, for example. I have always said I hate cooking. I’m not good at it. I’m a terrible cook. But when I think more on it, none of that is really true. I may resemble Amelia Bedelia in the kitchen sometimes, but for the most part I can follow directions and make a decent dish. And I don’t really hate it. I just don’t like being rushed to put meals on the table. So over time, I’ve started trying to look at this differently. I do as much prep work ahead of time so that I don’t have to feel rushed putting a meal together. I take shortcuts when I can (although this is where my inner Amelia Bedelia shows herself). I’m growing more realistic about my energy levels and what I’m capable of doing, and I avoid those tasks that are not for me. And best of all? I thoroughly enjoy eating. Like, way more than I love having my clothes folded and put away. Food is awesome. And when I pull off a delicious dish? That’s just the best reward.

Converting these negative messages into positive ones has been a really slow process but I like what I’m left with. There’s a lot less tension in my shoulders and in my spirit and I sleep well at night. I *think* I’m less irritable around my family and quicker to let things roll off my back. I have courage to try new things, and my family – bless their hearts – are super gracious about it as long as I don’t throw too many new things at them at once.

Last week I had defrosted a bunch of chicken breasts and I divided it up to make stir fry but had two breasts left over so I found a recipe online – with a video! – showing me how easy it was to just season it, bake it, then slice it up to use in salads. So I did it, and it was so delicious I couldn’t believe I had made it. It felt silly but I was proud of myself. Anytime I can make something from scratch I feel like a boss. *Pats self on the back.*

Baking has always been easy for me. Cooking, not so much. Cooking has always been a bit intimidating but the more I succeed at new things the easier it gets. If I keep this up and get really good at it, they won’t just be saying at my funeral, “she made a really delicious cheesecake.” One can hope, anyway!

So I’m working on changing the way I think about my daily tasks, and I really think it’s helping. Waking up with a feeling of dread and overwhelm used to be a daily thing. It’s happening less and less these days. I’m starting to wake up and look at the day as an opportunity with wide open potential. What can I make today? What are the most important things that need to be done? How badly do I want that laundry put away? If it’s bothering me, I do something about it. Otherwise, I let it go.

Take the laundry for instance. No really, take the laundry! Just kidding, I’ll get to it this weekend. It’s been sitting long enough.