Dear Humans,

When I finish washing dishes and cleaning up the kitchen, I feel a very specific and strange good feeling. I’m a little tired, but I’m also very proud of what I just accomplished. I look over my recreation of a sparkling kitchen and let out a proud sigh.

So it’s weird that I can’t ever seem to remember that good feeling. Because the next night, or even a few hours later, when the dirty dishes pile up on the counter, I look over at them from my comfortable spot on the couch and want nothing to do with them whatsoever.

Life isn’t just about knowing the right thing to do. I think most of us know it most of the time. Life is about convincing that lifelong enemy of ours that we should do it.

Sincerely,

Mr. Heimbuck