The chaos in my mind

I am a constant cleaner. My friends complain about it, commenting on how everything is in its own place whenever they come visit. My beau tells me being organized is actually a product of laziness: laziness to look for missing things all the time. And I think he is right.

But what motivates me to constantly clean and organize is to clear my mind of cobwebby and chaotic thoughts. It is actually my mind that needs constant cleaning and the best way to go about it is to clean my surroundings first.

I am lucky that I enjoy the process as much as I enjoy the result. And even if my space has not been touched for weeks, it seems to call for my attention so I grab some cleaning implements and sweep negligible dirt away.

Some would say it is a form of mania. Perhaps. But it serves me well. After a bout of cleaning I sit down and savor the freshness of it all and I settle into a calm state of contentment that could last for days.