Sunday Secret

orderOrder thrills me.  I just think it is the most beautiful thing.  The way it makes plain what, otherwise, is messy and blurry and convoluted.

If I told you the judgements I hold in my black heart for people who have pigsty desks you would think I was immoral. How can they breathe or think or move or feel in the midst of all that stuff, I think.

I suppose my harsh and steadfast need for pristine surfaces and un-overstuffed closets has to do with the clutter that’s occupied my mind for most of my life. The way it overflows itself, without my permission, into reality and pierces the here and now. Clutter equals trouble, to me. Clutter makes a mess of things when left untended. Clutter gives an otherwise calm and loving girl a run for her money when it comes to keeping her confused and effortful spirit tethered to the ground.

Yours In Wide Open Spaces,
Nancy No Knick-Knacks

9 Comments on "Sunday Secret"

  1. PJ says:

    Amen. I think objects suck up time. The sparer my surroundings, the more time I have.

  2. The Zadge says:

    I am borderline OCD with my aversion to clutter. Okay, not borderline. Diagnosable.

    • I think I have finally figured out why you two, in an until now very unspoken way, make sense to me.
      Clutter makes me cringe.
      Brad used to look for items of his and then accuse me of “Fung Shui-ing” them away.
      I like to get down on my hands and knees with damp paper towels and wipe out corners. This makes me feel very, very good.
      I can’t sit still or think or do something that feels relaxing until the dishes are done and the beds are made and there’s not too much dust on the tabletops.
      I know many would think this is wrong.
      But it feels right to me.

    • Cupcake Murphy says:

      I consider our OCD to be a virtue.

  3. I have become somewhat of a neat freak in my elder years. Except for my desk.

  4. Rowan says:

    Makes sense to me.