I am having a break in the somewhat hectic routine of my life here in this moment.

Some say I am a neat freak. Some say I come from a long line of neurotic cleaners. Both of my grandmothers fold plastic grocery bags. Maybe I am just meticulous or in some odd way I am connected to the feng shui of each place I go. Whatever the reason, there is nothing else so simple that makes me feel better about life than when things are clean, and orderly. Mess and chaos cause me physical anxiety and mental anguish. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I love the feel of a clean house and a quiet moment to take it all in and feel the peace.

I been trying to keep my neurocese down to a tolerable level and I think I have been doing better. But today I just needed to clean and the euforia that followed was just what I needed. This is very much a part of who I am. I have given up the notion that others should clean the way I do, although I still comment on it occasionally. I have tried to be more laid back about it and I think I have. Moderation in all things, you know 🙂