http://creativityunfold.com/As you may know,http://www.jicstech.com/a couple of weeks ago, where she’d found the perfect way to clean house, etc. Unfortunately, I took the bait, followed the link, and decided that I, too, could make my house everything I wanted it to be.
Forget that she was getting massive emails to achieve this perfection. I’d just delete them.
But somewhere along the way, I got sucked in to the wicked world of shiny sinks.
Don’t misunderstand me – on its face, it isn’t that bad. You shine your sink every night, you wake up to a shiny sink, and all is right with the world. You declutter little by little and before you know it, your house is a FLY house, if you will.
Now the original Flylady will insist that our homes didn’t become the catch-alls they are (OK, the catch-alls that mine is) overnight. So likewise you can’t expect all that clutter to disappear overnight.
Sounds like a diet plan, doesn’t it?
Don’t get me wrong, here. I LOVE the Flylady’s plan. It’s just that I am a messy perfectionist.
There. I said it. I hope you’re happy. I can guarantee you my mother is not.
But as a messy perfectionist, I can tell you that decluttering and putting a time limit on it is great in the beginning, but I tend to set that 15-minute timer for 15 more minutes, then 30, then an hour, and before I know it, the day is gone, I’m exhausted and the house, alas, is still not perfect. And somewhere in all this is a little voice that says perfection can be reached in a day – regardless of how much time I’ve wasted in a cluttered environment.
But as I clean, and since my living is made as a writer, I think about all the writing still to be done, and the guilt sets in, knowing that I’ve spent a day cleaning. Within the guilt, I feel this overwhelming need to keep cleaning. Because the floor may be mopped and the sink may be shiny, but the baseboards are dusty and I’ve written nothing.
Plus which, I HATE doing laundry. Well, let’s be more specific. I hate putting it away.
And from there, the tangled web that is my housekeeping guilt knots up even tighter.
But let there be no mistake. My sink is shiny. I hope you’re happy.