Ever since I was a little girl, I hated putting the dishes away. In particular I hated putting the utensils away. Placing items into those little set cube spaces seemed so tedious. Rather, was so tedious. I detested it.
I know it’s strange for such a minor-seeming thing to stir such strong emotions, but it did. Furthermore, I had the problem of being very superstitious. And, I was taught early on that utensils were magical and predictive. A fallen spoon meant a female would be stopping by. A fork, a male would soon come by. A knife meant a fight was eminent. If you are superstitious then sorting utensils had a lot deeper meaning and could be high stakes.
Throughout the years, I got over my dislike of sorting utensils. I didn’t detest it but I surely still didn’t care for it. Now, I’ve managed to move into the realm of not caring to the point I no longer sort utensils. I just throw the utensils into the drawer. And such a simple act has freed up a space in my life. I have one less chore. That’s a win even if super tiny.
It is amazing how much of our day-to-day lives are filled with such chores. Just shifting one over is freeing. Start small and end big. It’s worth a try.