I’ve found that I really like sweeping outdoors.
I have a small porch and a large deck. There is something about being outside clearing those spaces that makes me feel alive.
Sweeping indoors doesn’t give me the same feeling, incidentally. Indoors sweeping is small with a goal of collecting the debris in a dustpan. I’m always left trying to trick that last line of dust up over the lip of the dustpan. Mostly I’m left with the feeling of “Okay, that’s done.”
Outdoors… that’s a different story. Outdoors requires a heavier sweep. A forceful movement with a shuffing sound. Outdoors I’m not collecting debris in a tidy pile. I’m corralling it and sending it off into the grass.
Leaves make a nostalgic crinkling sound reminding me that Fall is still a time for great adventure.
Sweeping outdoors is gratifying, empowering even. It rouses my energy and beckons me to stay outside to enjoy the space I’ve just cleared.
When I sweep the porch, I feel like I’m taking care of my house. Turns out, it’s also an act of self care.
Throughout October, I will be continuing this story of getting acquainted with my home and making it my own as part of the 31 days challenge. Catch up on any posts you may have missed here: 31 Days of Nest Building.