Today, I chopped up pineapple and onion and bell pepper and threw it in a crock pot with some chicken. I added the ginger, soy, garlic, molasses, brown sugar and vinegar. It's a new recipe. A healthy version of sweet and sour chicken.
I gave my stove a scrubbing and washed my dishes.
I cleaned the cutting board and set it back in its place.
I've always felt as if I had to be doing something. Working. Earning money. Doing projects with Tim. Studying, learning. Yet no matter what I was up to, I've always felt guilty, like I should being doing more, as if I weren't productive enough. Like a slacker.
I wonder why that is?
There's such a satisfaction in these small moments, and I am grateful to have discovered this.
One of the blessings of covid, I guess.