I've always wondered why cleaning was so therapeutic for me.
For that brief moment, my mind is captivated by the clean and smooth surface of the table. I've always seen cleaning as a form of ritual, or repetitive behavior that's repeated and predictable. This is my break from constantly worrying about what will come next. My mind is empty but fully alert, aware, and not distracted by any mental chatter. Instead of replaying memories and dwelling on negative thoughts in my mind, I am finally in the moment.
I only get to experience this sense of inner peace when the diner is finally closed for customers. I am free from snobby and demanding customers, sloppy leftovers and mouth watering food that I can't even taste. Kyle left early today because he had to attend his daughter's recital, and
