I've been thinking.
Conclusion:
I think too much.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
The Clean Dilemma
I can happily say that my house is currently in decent order. Blankets are folded, clothes are neatly tucked away, a few specks of dust roam freely across my kitchen floor and scattered puffs of white cat hair appear where convenient for observation.
I like my house this way. I would prefer it to be shining in clean glory, but I admit, I can't keep up with that. But for the time being I am satisfied with the semi-orderly minuscule-ly-imperfect. I've noticed that when my house is clean I find this new state of mind which I am not used to: tranquility. I don't try to use ESP to move that dirty sock sticking out of the couch to its rightful place in the laundry basket. I can ignore the occasional smear on the mirror or the runaway dust bunny, but when I wake up and wonder when became deaf because I didn't seem to hear the war that must have created such a disastrous mess I drift off into full motion. I hone in on every little item that is out of place and put it back.
In my mind.
But usually, my physical body and time refuse to cooperate. This makes it harder to keep my house slightly below standard and thus my mind no longer is at ease.
It seems simple. Keep the house clean and I'll feel great. But, its not that simple. It takes a lot of time and effort to keep the house up. One lazy/busy night and I can't catch up. There has to be a better solution than simply being responsible.
And the answer is: maid.
Unfortunately, I can't afford a maid.
So I guess I just have to keep playing catch up with myself.
I can't say I really like that idea.
I like my house this way. I would prefer it to be shining in clean glory, but I admit, I can't keep up with that. But for the time being I am satisfied with the semi-orderly minuscule-ly-imperfect. I've noticed that when my house is clean I find this new state of mind which I am not used to: tranquility. I don't try to use ESP to move that dirty sock sticking out of the couch to its rightful place in the laundry basket. I can ignore the occasional smear on the mirror or the runaway dust bunny, but when I wake up and wonder when became deaf because I didn't seem to hear the war that must have created such a disastrous mess I drift off into full motion. I hone in on every little item that is out of place and put it back.
In my mind.
But usually, my physical body and time refuse to cooperate. This makes it harder to keep my house slightly below standard and thus my mind no longer is at ease.
It seems simple. Keep the house clean and I'll feel great. But, its not that simple. It takes a lot of time and effort to keep the house up. One lazy/busy night and I can't catch up. There has to be a better solution than simply being responsible.
And the answer is: maid.
Unfortunately, I can't afford a maid.
So I guess I just have to keep playing catch up with myself.
I can't say I really like that idea.
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