Washing Dishes, Drinking Wine

There was a giant heap of dishes in the sink, it was 3AM and I couldn't sleep. I decide to do the dishes while I have a drop of wine...

Next thing you know, I'm standing over the sink doin' the dishes, and all sorts of thoughts and revelations start whirling through my mind. Most people hate doing the dishes. I am in that number. Maybe until this early dawn.

I have realized that when I'm doing "mindless" tasks, I can actively use my "higher self" to think about the things I'd like answers about in life. I scrub a pan thick with crumbs from Jose's tripas (ewww) and I think up how I can spend more quality time with Zea. I take a sip of wine, grab a plate and rinse, and realize I've been lagging on yoga and need to go three times a week to keep my mind straight. I wash out a cereal bowl and come to think of how life has become a whirling dervish filled with mysterious events that I don't yet understand the lesson in. The dirty dishes have become a magical portal to cogitation.

Do some dishes. In fact, wait until they pile up into a seemingly insurmountable task and then sneak attack them on a mission to answer some questions that have been swirling about your brain for hours, days, weeks, months, years. In my case, I have years of unanswered business that I feel I am owed some goddamned answers to.

So I'll do the dishes until I get more answers.