After my divorce I was traumatized and felt I couldn't do a real job. So I got a job cleaning a four story Buddhist temple! I did it four hours a day top to bottom. Then on weekends went in and did bigger things like mopping the shrine room which was a whole floor.

When I did the bathrooms (I think there were 9 bathrooms!) I would look in the bathroom mirror and start crying. I would imagine my ex having sex with his new partner. Sick. I was a very sick woman and a cleaning demon.

The point is I was really depressed but I cleaned that freaking building every day until it shined. Which means we can amaze ourselves.

I also shoveled the snow outside. Well, partly I wanted to kill my ex for leaving me for a younger woman. So I think working and crying and cleaning the Buddhist Center saved me from murder. Everywhere I looked the Buddha was smiling at me from paintings and such. It was a very calming environment.