I notice that mornings before work are becoming less chaotic. In the past, regardless of what time I got up, I always found myself rushing to work with my hair half-brushed. I frequently had to apply baby powder and wear my watch and my earrings while on the road.
Now, I get to prepare my face and my hair for contact with the outside world, pack some baon, and do a quick check of my son’s things for school and still have some time to spare! Glorious!
I attribute this to the fact that I no longer use the bathroom for activities that are best done in a retreat house, a religious temple, or a psychologist’s clinic. I’ve finally accepted that the bathroom is strictly for cleaning the body and not for contemplating my life and the vastness of the universe.