Four weeks ago I gave my home a thorough and late-ish spring clean (much different from the weekly once-over) as in furniture was moved, doors were washed down, and limescale stains chased out of town. And though the bathroom sink is cracked, and the curtains, well let’s just say they were adopted, the flat looked light and glossy. Walking into each room was like taking a deep, soothing breath.
Summery-looking flowers graced window sills, the recycling bag was empty, and fresh air cartwheeled all over the place. I felt huge feelings of accomplishment, spaciousness, freedom, and wealth that lasted for days. Interesting?
I wonder what would happen if I maintained and worked from that environment for 365 days a year? Is that a gauntlet being thrown down? I read an article recently by writer and author Joyce Shafer about how we often “plan for bad days by default” when we fail to take care of the things that we have control over.
Looking after my home has become a creative practice that supports my creative life.
How do you create a delightful living environment that supports you? What feelings arise from that? Please share.