my biggest pet peeve when i was in Haiti was one of odd nature. after meals, each person was responsible for washing their trays and utensils and standing them up to dry for the next meal. it seemed as if every time i got through the wash line, there was a stack of wet dishes and forks laying in stagnant water. disgruntled, i'd re-rinse them, and fit them all into each little slot of the shelf. Many-a-time, i had to breathe deep and tell myself "you can not save the world by doing dishes." what i meant by this was that no one dies if the dishes aren't properly arranged. it doesn't reflect poorly on me if i do or don't take the time to fix everyone's mess at the end of the day. in essence: there is no use wasting my energy getting frustrated or irritated at the assumed lack of care of others.
this concept could go so many ways; even conflicting ones.
i'm just illustrating it because i found myself scrubbing away at the front of our white kitchen cabinets, realizing that i could scrub myself silly and be so peeved when it refused to come off, but when it boiled down to it, no one lives or dies based on the finger smudges on my cabinetry.
alternatively, this is not a post about being lazy, giving up, always picking up after others, being the change you wish to see in the world, or anything else as elaborately profound as those topics. nope, just a tirade against ooey-gooey finger prints and a moment reminisced.
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