‘Clean your room, Miranda!’…*sigh*

If anyone can relate with the huffing puffing sounds of your dear mother chasing you with these words repeatedly, only realising the tone of their voice slightly becomes more dramatic the longer you delay a room tidy ( I admire my mum’s persistence, I honestly do) then I am glad I’m not the only one in the receiving end just on the verge of hoping everything will tidy itself and I can stride out of the room without the care in the world about my messy nature of being so messy in every sense of the word.

But I must say there comes a point. There always comes a point where a lift of a finger goes along way to the point where a feeling of bliss will reside when one declutterfies one’s room, when your room can become a room fit for kings and queens, when tidying doesn’t necessarily need to be so burdensome but more of a practice beneficial to one’s soul and mood. Yes, as I type, I am channeling the Marie Kondo from within. Let’s Spark Joy.

So, I think my nearest and dearest would testify to the fact I’m not a tidy person. Although I aspire to be super clean all the time, it tends not to be the case. I dump and lump things together. It’s almost as though I’m so unaware of how much mess I have created, the reality tends to hit me when it reaches the point of me cursing everything in my room because I can’t seem to find what I am looking for. Deep breathes. And tidying begins.

It’s very interesting how there are people in the world (including myself) where mess doesn’t so much phase them or it doesn’t seem to bother them so much (though for me there is a line) Though, I have to say there is nothing like walking into cleanliness. Even saying the word rolls off the tongue cleanly. The feeling of being surrounded by a tidy environment can be almost let’s say…heavenly. In recent years, I have been trying to become more self sufficient in keeping my room clean. Because I’d like to think it like a friend. Treat it with kindness. As I wouldn’t want to appear messy in front of you, I don’t think I’d want to present my room to you in a messy state.

LESS IS MORE. Recently, I’ve been clearing out my room filled with pointless crap which doesn’t serve any other purpose besides sitting there filling up potentially useful space for things which I will hold onto forever. Or at least I hope to keep forever.

The whole process was exhausting. There were times when I felt as though the more things I got rid of, the more deluded I became. Because it felt as though I hadn’t gotten rid of anything at all! But after much determination and perseverance I managed to succeed in getting rid of A LOT of stuff. And it felt like a paradise I had not experienced for a while. Tidiness was in my grasp and I could sip the feeling of sweetness. I could feel as light as the room felt. This strange sensation of relief and inner peace flooded through me. I almost felt as though this challenge was worth it (not to say this is my first time tidying my room haha). I could dilute junk and draw upon my gut to tell me what brought me joy, what sparked joy. Although, I am not a naturally tidy person, I so believe the external environment reflects our internal emotions. I am sure we can all agree we feel good in tidy places. And so I will try my best to cultivate good habits in maintaining a tidy room, however hard it may seem. Thank you.