Soap Scum, Worst Chore Ever

Today, I found myself kneeling over the tub, scrubbing my life away on some gnarly soap scum.  I had this eco-friendly scum remover, a bristly sponge and some elbow grease.  Like laundry or a budget, I wonder why we let it build up and how we even stand it?  Have I really been showering in here?  Am I clean?  Ever? And then, I started to compare soap scum to life, as I do.  I thought about the build up of stress, tension or fear that comes from lingering conversation that need to be had or old stories we might hold on to.  Just like soap scum, these continue to become more gross, harder to remove and just a pain in the ass.

As I knelt over the tub, scrubbing and rinsing and repeating, bits began to come off and release.  Of course, I found more than I had hoped for once I really got in there, seems to come with the territory.  Yes, I am talking about the soap scum in the shower and the soap scum of life.  However, the minor celebrations and sense of relief with one corner down and three to go, did feel amazing.

Now, I love motivation and rewards.  Call me an achiever, I needed something to work for.  My reward after cleaning the bathroom was a full afternoon with my feet in the sand, a book and me.   Just have to get there, three more corners to go.

At one point, I had to let this remover substance sit for a little bit and busy myself with a Swiffer or something.  I'm talking sticky scum.  Again, how?

So, yes, I finally finished. And let me tell you what, once I got to the beach, it was glorious.  I placed my towel and chair in the sand, set out my ice water and jumped right into that Pacific Ocean.

And, I finally feel clean.

Feeling soap scumm-y?  Have a dirty shower, a conversation that needs to be had, or perhaps a story to let go of?  Do it now.

I say, the transition to Fall is the perfect time to clean it up, rinse it off, jump in the Ocean and start fresh and so clean, clean.