Exorcising the sink...

So I decided not to go to the gym today. I really want to go to water aerobics tomorrow, and I felt like my body needs a break. I decided to use my time for other purposes (contemplating life, the universe, and everything). At some point I know I've spent an entire blog griping about house cleaning and how I wish I were more efficient. We haven't quite reached a very special episode of "Hoarders" status yet, but we're honestly pretty buried in stuff. It can be quite overwhelming knowing where to start, and then, suddenly (I may or may not have been noshing on Peeps), I remembered something from a long, long time ago.
My friends mom bought her this book about how to get your mess under control with easy, manageable steps. The lady who wrote it actually has a whole website (www.flylady.net). So, as I was perusing, I found her first step is to shine your sink. That's it. You don't have to do anything else the first day except clean your sink. At this point, I'm game for anything. I put on my yellow rubber gloves, turned up some "Eye of the Tiger", and got out my arsenal of cleaning gear. Ladies and gentleman, one hour later, my sink has not been cleaned - it has been exorcised. It has been soaked, scrubbed, and scrubbed again. I even used my pointy ended little grout brush to get in all the scary places. Pretty sure I heard some vengeful scum demons screaming "Why God? Why?" as I washed them down the drain with scalding hot water.
Not gonna lie, it's still an ugly sink that will someday need replaced, but it is now a sanitized, shiny, lemon scented ugly sink. Just like the Flylady promised, I feel an odd sense of accomplishment. Like hey, if I can clean my sink this good, what else am I capable of (probably lifting buses off old ladies or rescuing kittens from burning buildings). At any rate, I think that I'm finally at a place in my life where I'm really ready to try new things. Look out clutter demons, I'm coming for you like a Bruce Campbell with a chainsaw hand!