My own mortality

I clean an average of 25 different houses in a month's time. Most of my clients are working, not working and too busy, and a few are older and retired.



Lately, I have been feeling the mortality of my own soul. In that I mean, my older clients are making me realize, that life is short. While we are running around 'living in the moment', far too many of us are not stopping to smell the roses. I try hard, to remain present; while still working on my future. Then I see my clients in the decline of life... and contemplate my own distant future. We all end up alone.



Even those, who had long marriages, several marriages, children and grandchildren, all seem so alone. Not all of them are lonely, most of them are VERY BUSY! Still, there is a feeling inside me like I want to help them. I know that coming in and cleaning their houses, that they no longer can do for themselves is a great relief. I just wish... I could do more. I take a few minutes with these people, sometimes a half hour; and talk with them. One is so busy with his projects and hobbies, he has isolated himself.. and actually likes my conversations... he is VERY smart.. and funny! Another is funny, and reads constantly, sharp as a tack! She remembers things I forget! Its kind of like a bartender that makes house calls I guess.



I know I just clean the kitchen, baths, dust and vacuum, but in some way, I know I am bringing them a scheduled 'friend time'... I like that. I like being able to make them laugh, giving them some time with another human being, and not just a television. I think sometimes, I look forward to seeing them as much as they like seeing me. I may not be making a fortune, but I DO KNOW, I am helping people. One house at a time.