Clutter and Keys – How My Mother Taught Me to Live a Satisfying Life...
Much to my dismay, I had to cancel the housecleaning service this week. I’ve outsourced my housecleaning as long as I can remember and I’m annoyed that I can’t reconcile paying for cleaning now that I’ve willfully quit my job. My housemate finds this amusing. “I just clean a little every day,” she says. “Just as my mother taught me.” My mother probably tried to teach me the same thing, but in my contrary way I cultivated a trait usually ascribed to men. I don’t see dirt. More accurately, I don’t see clutter. Dirt can be used to grow things and captures my interest. Clutter, on the other hand, is simply my organizational system. It seems natural to me to overlook the clutter because of its low priority. My mother did many things while...
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