Just a quick post to share that while a broken vacuum can be a real inconvenience, it can also be a blessing. It’s quite freeing to not spend your time thinking about how you should be vacuuming or actually vacuuming. Ours conked out on us late last week and I don’t really miss it. (Don’t get it twisted – we borrowed one from family and took it for a spin around the house yesterday. Between us and our white cat shedding, we’d be buried if we didn’t.)
It’s just been kinda nice without the vacuum being too readily close by guilting me. Just one less thing to think/worry/stress/obsess about. More time to think about stuff that matters.