My house is a mess. I've been a slob for all of my life save these past few weeks when the mess has been distressing me to no end. Why the change in perspective? I think it's as I said; as my mind finds order my spaces must also follow suit. My sister-friend couldn't come today to help me clean, but conversations with her, and with you all, have inspired me to industry in a way that I barely recognize.
I've started in the kitchen. How did I live with this all this time? I ask myself this over and over again, but really without much recrimination. I think that when I worked a 9-5 job, commuted 2 hours a day (1 hour there and 1 hour back), ate out of cans, boxes and drive-through windows, etc, I just didn't notice and I just didn't care. Now, with months of cooking at home, almost a year of working from home and on college campuses, the shortcomings of living in a chaotic and slovenly space are distressingly apparent.
Today, scouring the butcher block counter top, taking apart the cook top, and trying cleaning techniques (and consulting with friends and Friends) have shown me the benefit of this cure. This is not going to happen fast at all. This is going to take time. This is a process that will consume my energy, my focus and my time. How fortunate I am to have this opportunity to practice what I know is important for my mental, physical, and spiritual health. Just yesterday I commented on a blog post about beginning practices to help me slow down - such as making my bed in the morning.
I am grateful.