There's a certain level of tolerance every human has for chaos. Some people can live with piles of stuff all around them. Some people need a place for everything and every thing in its place. Some people thrive living off the land while others need every creature comfort within arm's reach.
My tolerance level is right in the middle. I can deal with some amount of chaos, but I need order in my life. I love camping, but I max out at about day three. I love luxury hotels, but my sponsored trips usually max out around day three. I like getting my hands dirty in the garden, and I have a hand washing "thing" that keeps me running to the sink a few times a day. Okay, MANY times a day.
Sometimes, you need some chaos to shatter old ways so you can put the pieces back together better than you had them. For someone who maxes out at a certain level of disarray, the discomfort is palpable. But I need to learn this lesson or slay this dragon or whatever the hell else it is that makes difficult life situations make sense.
I tell myself these things to stay positive. You know... cup half full and all that.
I thought about that as I stepped out of the shower this morning. Not my shower, but a shower at a friend's house. I'm working out of his guest-room-slash-office. When I arrived earlier, he and his dog were gone, so I took advantage of the empty house and jumped in to wash up and shave the hair on my legs that was so long I could nearly braid it.
This isn't my first sneak attack shower. Last week, between driving to pick up materials for a project and heading back to the "office," I stopped at my mom's to pick up a few things. While I was there, I looked at the time and decided I had a few minutes to spare, so I jumped in the shower to scrub a couple of days of sweat off. I used to hate the energy-efficient low flow shower head in my mom's guest bath, but that day, it felt like a spa treatment.
Long, hot, luxurious showers are things you give up living in an RV. I was aware of that. I girded my loins for that. But until I actually had to deal with it this week, I hadn't really grokked the rawness of that. I I hadn't really appreciated a shower in a while, either. You know the feeling of showering after a weekend in the woods? That feeling is goooood. It makes a run of the mill daily shower feel like HEAVEN!
I have a shopping bag that I keep with me for those times that I have the luxury of jumping into a random shower. The bag has bottles of shampoo and conditioner, deodorant, a curling iron, and even a loofah. GOD I love me a good loofah scrub. I was carrying that bag from the RV to the truck this morning thinking, "This part sucks... but it could be a lot worse."
And some other half cup full stuff like that.