A home should be a pleasant escape

Yesterday I was trying to pray, and could not concentrate at all. There's a danger in doing something like that in your bedroom. I looked around at a shelf where cd cases lived and where I'd prefer books to live, a cabinet where I knew inside there were overflowing books and a bunch of stuff that needed to be thrown away (not the pony pencil Maren, I'm keeping that), dirty laundry overflowing from my suitcase and my hamper, an organized but unneccessary pile of notebooks in my closet, kitty litter on the vent behind my bed, and I can't go on. At that point I was just disgusted, and I knew that what I had to do was do some massive cleaning.

I started cleaning as soon as I got home from work. I kept going for...five hours I think. All my laundry is clean, all my drawers and shelves are clutterless, my room is four garbage bags full of junk emptier (I love throwing stuff away...), my room is vacuumed, everything is dusted, it smells pretty because I finally plugged in that air perfume plug thing that I bought at the Amish store, I filed and took care of all the documents in my big task pile...every nook and cranny of that room is clean.

The best part was the throwing away. It was two trips to the dumpster, and they were difficult trips, but my room is so much emptier now. It's beautiful.

I slept well.