Feeling my personal growth when I become less reactive to small things around the house. I am so house proud. Somehow I can see the small imperfections of my house. The small specks of dirt, the dust in that corner. It used to irk me to no end.
I wondered when would I ever have the time to clean, properly deep clean the house. Why doesn’t the spouse notice what I notice and clean what I see?! Would visitors to the house notice such unkemptness?!
So much angst.
Finally, I let go. Slowly.
I prioritised removing things and keeping them away. With fewer objects out, it made cleaning easier, and ultimately lesser upkeep. This is such a work in progress. Letting go of objects that is.
I prioritised cleaning areas where food lands (e.g. dining table).
I prioritised the family’s sanity and happiness. Less snapping and less comparing with other beautiful homes on Instagram.
All a work in progress.
Definitely happier, calmer and more contented.
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