I was a very messy kid. My mom and dad had to check under my bed
and in various drawers for the things they told me to put away; I tried to
stuff them in places to hide them. If you ask any of the people I’ve
lived with over the past 13 years, you would hear a lot of the same things.
My poor roommates - they had to endure endless piles of jeans, tshirts, shoes,
jackets, sweaters, and sweatshirts floating from my room down the hall because
I had an inability to hang up my clothes after one (or several) bouts with
hating everything I tried on. They’d tell you that I have a lot of
clutter, that I leave empty boxes of things in the pantry, that there’s
toothpaste in the sink. At some point, probably when I lived alone for
the first time a few years ago, I realized that messiness actually didn’t need
to define me. I got tired of being messy, and honestly, I thought it was
kind of gross. I am meticulous about my kitchen now; I can’t stand dirty
dishes, crumbs on my counters, or clutter taking up space. My biggest
improvement is that I hang up my clothes as soon as I take them off. I
walk in my closet every morning and I have a million unwrinkled, pretty things
to choose from - (some may fight me on the pretty part, my style may
still need some work).
This weekend, I did one of
those deep cleanings – vacuum, windex, mop, dust, laundry. I also took my dog
to the groomers – she needed a haircut desperately. When I got her back,
she was so fresh, clean and happy. I could tell she felt so much
better, she even slept happier. Her clean start in my clean house
made it that much better. I am grateful for how a little cleaning on the
outside can also clean up your attitude and make everything feel shiny and new.
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