I cleaned a Fridge and I liked it.
I cleaned the fridge today. Opened the door, thought "you could be cleaner" and cleaned it. Yesterday I wrote a timetable to better organise my time, not necessarily to be more productive, just to feel more in control. Then on Friday I had a drink. Nothing big in that you may think, most adults and parents have a drink on the weekend, but I'm not a regular "at home" drinker, I just felt like one so I had one. This may appear to be a ramble of a writer still suffering writers block but I have a point. I get in my own way. "What?" you may ask "You get in my own way! Has accidental house dad finally lost it? Has 8 and half years of child speak, laundry, shopping and cleaning finally got to him?" Well maybe, but hear me out. I'm sure I'm not alone in feeling as though I've under-achieved with my life, a feeling coupled with a frustration with where my life is at, where I want it to be and with no clue of how to get there. I feeli