“A perfectly kept house is the sign of a misspent life.”
Saw that recently on Tumblr and agreed only because of the word perfectly. I’m getting better at not being OCD about cleaning. My husband helps with this by not sharing my compulsion for tidiness.
However, there is something about cleaning that is meditative for me. The first day of a break, I always clean my house. I throw out or give away everything superfluous, I make my home a place that I want to spend time. I recently read that people with neat bedrooms sleep better and that people with neat living spaces are calmer, (at least those prone to anxiety, like little old me). Not sure if any of that is true, but anecdotally, I feel much less stressed in an ordered environment.
I wouldn’t say that I like the actual act of cleaning, but I do like the quiet time to think. I find that I have to carry around a notebook from room to room because writing ideas come to me while I work. And, when it’s all done, I feel very visually satisfied with my surroundings. I even make my husband come look at my new organization systems, much to his chagrin.
So, there you have it. Today I enjoyed the zen of cleaning. It’s one of my little life rituals for inner peace.
What are your secrets to consciously cultivating happiness?