I feel like this is an indication that I am a frequent, albeit messy, cook. I’m okay with that.

I had kind of a lame day yesterday. I completed nothing on my to-do list. Finally about 8:00pm I was feeling pretty badly about myself so I resorted to the one task that will always satisfy. Cleaning the drip-pans from the top of the stove is always slightly disgusting, therefore tremendously gratifying.

I find that a sense of satisfaction from accomplishing even a small task does great things for my self-worth.