Spring Cleaning
Usually when people say their life is a mess, they tend to mix that heavy statement with a smile or small dose of laughter to lighten its load. We’ve heard the mantra that a clean space equals a clean mind, but sometimes we grow attached to our messes. Claiming your life is a mess probably means you won’t be able to clear it out of the way in a day, unless you’ve got some megamind bulldozer type of technique that clears it away in one push (don’t take stuff you’re not supposed to). Maybe because I think neat and folded looks better than stuffed and stained, I feel more inclined to box some of my messes away. They call me the schema machina the way I box up and sift through those influential clutters in my life.
Cleaning themselves is what many animals spend a lot of their lifespan doing. It is an achievement we win over and over again, my favorite and easiest way I’ve found through washing my hands regularly and especially after I eat wings; the mini baby wipes that restaurants will give you are godsent.
If you had all of the unlimited coins to decorate your place in an online game, what would that look like? Some people prefer the clutter of many cool things in arms reach, decorated brightly in their eyes as worthwhile and interesting. Some people will have the same color scheme for every diurnal and nocturnal activity, a script that allows them to check off a list with each venture of amusement they find. Both groups of people make their messes in their own prescribed way. Finding either chore and treasure in the midst of surveying a mess is how we might find the route to changing our life layout.
I remember dating a guy who only liked the same few things, but adored them very deeply. He was not well accustomed to change within the things he loved and instead of learning from what others had to say about what he adored, he chose to closet them in the corner where no one might ever touch his “what once was.” The one time change actually had an effect in his life, a very negative one, he ultimately decided to restrict any occurance of powerlessness. It was extremely hard to recognize who I had become once I dusted myself off from being in the dark for so long.
We take what we are given, but have the choice whether or not to put it on display. They say that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, but I believe other variables such as the time and weight in which you carry your messes makes moving on feel like everything from then on has an invisible layer of dust; I know that all that glitters is not gold.
Cleaning for the feeling of a wide-open-space is more optimistic than cleaning out of habit, knowing that what you are about to do will make the same mess for the hundredth time. Yes, cleaning supplies on hand are great for the unexpected spills that leak out of our eyes sometimes, but making yourself too sterile will only keep you inside and away from the beautiful cram and clutter that is life.
Life may feel like it stinks sometimes, but thankfully we are thrown a genius Febreze invention to first help us think about how we may let the fresh air in. Inspiration is everywhere ooooooo, ahhhhhh; should I market for Febreze? I love those wall-plug ins, keeping my space smelling like a vape LOL.
