Unfuck Your Habitat

angstinmypants:

what a difference it’s making in how I feel about my entire life just because my house is cleaner. And I knew it would be, too, I just had no time/energy/motivation to do it. For the past month at least— ever since I got home from Israel really— I’ve just been lying around on the bed or in the armchair whenever I’ve been at home, because wading through the clutter was just too exhausting and looking at it made me feel depressed. I can walk around my house now, y’all! And it makes me feel better about non-house-related stuff, too, which is the amazing thing. Like, I ran down the street for some food this morning and I was just happier and in a better mood in general— I smiled at my neighbors! I never do that! I hate people!— just because I woke up this morning to a floor I could see. I don’t know why I let it get like this. But I am feeling so good about the summer ahead and just like I’m getting my shit together. It feels like I’m unfucking my life, not just my house. It is a good time of year to do it, too, with the semester ending and a new phase of the year beginning. I get why spring cleaning is a thing now. I mean, I still have a TON more to do— the kitchen is honestly probably a biohazard by now, it is embarrassing, I am not even going to take a before picture because y’all would call the authorities— but it feels so much more doable now that I’ve done so much, you know? I just needed to start. I don’t know why it took me so long.