Thanks to burnout, I’ve come to accept the familiar feeling of being behind – I have to pace myself and that means a lot of things don’t get done. As a real go-getter, it’s hard for me to accept that we’ll get to it when we get to it. For now, I either avoid looking out the window when the sun streams through or I grit my teeth and acknowledge the grime. 

Our filthy windows reminded me of a story I once read on Facebook. A young bride spent a lot of her day comparing the whiteness of her laundry to that of a neighbor.  Day after day, she piously applauded herself that her laundry was the cleanest.  Eventually and to her horror, she discovered that it was her own dirty windows that made the neighbors’ laundry look dingy….