For a lot of people this probably won’t be particularly groundbreaking or insightful but I wanted to take the time to write today about the zen art of tidying shit up.
I know this isn’t a particularly new revelation; there have been numerous people who have extolled the subtle power of maintaining a tidy home and the surprisingly therapeutic benefits of cleaning. It is only recently however that I have begun to appreciate the impact your surroundings can have on your mental wellbeing.
I have never been a particularly tidy or messy person; my approach to tidiness was not extreme enough in either direction to be a defining or mentionable characteristic. I existed within spaces without much thought about their possible effect on my mental state. I cleaned and tidied as was necessary but without much thought, attention or care, it was very much simply a chore to be ticked off a list.
I am not exactly sure when I first heard someone talking about the transformational power of cleaning and tidying but it registered somewhere in my mind and then when I saw the same advice repeated by several different sources I started to pay a little more attention. I do recall reading a book in which the author detailed her experience with the cleansing power of having a big throw out, tidy up and clean up and this inspired me to reconsider my own personal living spaces and how I could improve them in the same way.
I think clutter and untidiness in a room somehow relates to the mental clutter we sometimes feel in our minds. There is something about the process of organising a room that helps to simultaneously organise the mind.
There is something comforting about putting objects in their rightful place.
In a world that is often chaotic and unpredictable the notion of taking control of your immediate environment can be a comforting coping mechanism.
I found this post particularly difficult to write I’m hoping tomorrow’s 200WaD comes easier to me!