Life is 80% maintenance and 20% magic.
But what if the magic is hiding in the maintenance?
Most days feel like a never-ending loop — a real-life Groundhog Day of laundry, groceries, folding, fixing, and trying to tick things off a list we never signed up for. I woke up this morning with a loud, stubborn NO in my body. A deep desire to stay in bed, to drift back into the dreamworld where things felt expansive and exciting.
Nothing felt urgent. And honestly? Nothing felt worth doing.
Yes, I had things to do:
☑ Laundry
☑ Pink slip the car
☑ Fold the washing
☑ Move my body
But none of it called to my soul.
I wasn’t tired. I was tired of being my own everything.
Living alone or doing life independently means everything rests on you — cooking for yourself, cleaning for yourself, motivating yourself. It’s lonely. It’s repetitive. And sometimes, it feels utterly meaningless.
So how do we find the fundaine — the fun in the mundane?
💡 Reframe It as Sacred
Today, I asked myself: What if I’m not just cleaning my kitchen for me… what if I’m preparing it for God?
What if this body isn’t just mine to care for — but a vessel for something sacred? What if the floor I sweep is holy ground?
When I take myself out of the equation and offer these small acts as offerings, something shifts. I stop asking, “What’s the point?” and start whispering, “May this be enough.”
🕯️ Make it Ritual
Light a candle before you do the dishes.
Put on music while you cook.
Say a prayer as you vacuum the floor.
Turn chores into devotion.
It doesn’t need to feel like joy right away. But it can feel like presence. And presence — even in the boring bits — is sacred.