I’m a tidy person (as long as you don’t ask my coworkers). I take good care of my space and I like getting down and dirty now and then, with the reward of a sparkling house to show for my work.
But since I’ve started living in my current apartment, I never had time to really take on my chores the way they deserved. There was always something else I needed – or really wanted! – to do. Going to the gym, trivia with my friends, getting some great project knocked out at work, catching up with my family – there are a million ways I can think of spending a few hours, and they all kept winning over cleaning.
Then I read this amazing book: Happy Money, by Elizabeth Dunn and Michael Norton. I heard Michael speak at the Boston Book Fest, bought the book on the spot, and think it’s the best purchase I ever made. Until this week.
Because this week, I finally got a house cleaner. And now, I’m never looking back.
Coming home and seeing that my stove really CAN get clean, looking at our shiny mirrors and smudge-free floors, kicking off the month with a squeaky-clean start – it made me realize how much I had resigned myself to just be constantly a little bit unhappy with our apartment, our home. I thought that somehow, if I couldn’t make this work on my own, I deserved to not be satisfied. But after reading Happy Money, I realized that this simply isn’t true – not when I could spend a few bucks to have some help. Now, I don’t just have a cleaner house – I have more time to do the things I care about (who would have thought you could buy time! These authors did!), and I have a house that I want to welcome people into 10x more than before. And I plan to do just that.
And if it gets dirty again because my friends and I have some fun? The cleaners are coming back next month, and we can start fresh – together – once more.
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Catching up (belatedly) on your blog! I have this book on my list to read, due to your recommendation, but this example really hit home! I DREAD having people over our house because I just can’t get it all done. I guess I’ll have to read the book (and not clean my house…)