If you're like me, you get to a place where only a good toilet-scrubbing can help. I wish I meant this metaphorically, but I don't. I literally mean that scrubbing the toilets is the only thing that can make me feel better.
We all have a to-do list a mile long, right? When my list gets so long my brain starts sizzling, I head for the toilet brush. It seems that a good 'ole house-cleaning does wonders for my creative, spiritual, emotional (add whatever physio-psych word you want to add here) life. My mother used to wake up at 5:00 and vacuum the house. I thought it was crazy and a sure sign that I would have to institutionalize her later in life (or myself due to lack of sleep in my growth years), but now I kind of get it. She needed to clear those cobwebs first thing in the morning, or she couldn't focus the rest of the day.
I find the same is true for me now. Maybe it's sign that I'm older. I can't concentrate on too many things at once. Then again, maybe cleanliness does lead to godliness, or at least a decent approximation of maturity. Whatever the reason, I gladly pick up that toilet brush and scrub away.