My roommate scrubbed our floor down the other day. I helped for a few hours. Of course we had been cleaning our floors all semester but we wanted a deep deep clean. At first it took us a while to figure out how to get the dirt off the floor. Then when we figured it out, we had to use that method over and over. The progress from one section to another was noticeable with a line of dirt demarcating where we can already cleaned and where we had yet to work. It was so satisfying to see the progress. But after a while, the whole floor was cleaned and there is no more line of progress. You look back hoping to see a sparkling white floor and instead you see something that is still dingy and in need a clean. Meanwhile, your arms ache and your knees are red and raw from kneeling.
I wonder if life is like that. We work towards becoming better but as soon as we get closer to 'better' we forget what we were like before and we only see ourselves needing another cleaning.
Playing catch up with our continually improving expectations can be exhausting.
Perhaps we should be kinder to ourselves and know that sore arms and knees are signs that we are doing our best even if we can't see it.