Do you look rested?
When you clean your home, what is the first area you start with? Maybe you start with the hardest stuff like deep cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen. Or maybe you try to take steps to stay motivated by starting easy...throw some laundry in, clear the sink, maybe tidy up the living room. At what point do you actually clean your bedroom? Our bedroom gets cleaned maybe once a quarter! The most we attempt to do on a regular basis in the bedroom is change the sheets on the bed and gather laundry. Afterall, guests will rarely ever go into the bedroom, right? Why bother worrying about its tidiness if you're the only one that will see it?
I woke up today and lay in bed for awhile reflecting on these little concepts, these cleaning games that some people play. Afterall, it's safe to say that you're a clean person as long as most of your home looks presentable and well-maintained. I lay there looking about my messy bedroom...clothes tossed over a chair; clothes on the floor, mostly my husband's (I mean really, the least you could do is add it to the lazy mound on the chair!); piles of books stacked on a desk cluttered with papers that should be stored in the filing cabinet if they are really that important to keep around; boxes filled with junk that I can't bring myself to throw away, believing that one day I'll remember its there and will be useful to me; decorative pillows thrown about at the foot of the bed that rarely gets made; the closet, under the bed, the drawers--my out of sight out of mind areas of clutter. Nothing about this room indicates it is a room at rest.
Essentially, the bedroom is the place where you go to find rest after a long day, and dress to prepare for the next (er, we'll leave the extra activities out, for now). The bedroom is the place you are most real with yourself, when all the troubles and joys of life come either come to a head or are left outside this place of rest. That's a pretty significant thought. And this is the one room I abuse the most. Nothing about my bedroom is peaceful, much less restful. Every area of my life has spilled over into this room...school, church, work, hobbies, the past, even my battle with my own securities is tucked conveniently in the closet! All this is what I surround myself with while I sleep.
I woke up today and lay in bed for awhile reflecting on these little concepts, these cleaning games that some people play. Afterall, it's safe to say that you're a clean person as long as most of your home looks presentable and well-maintained. I lay there looking about my messy bedroom...clothes tossed over a chair; clothes on the floor, mostly my husband's (I mean really, the least you could do is add it to the lazy mound on the chair!); piles of books stacked on a desk cluttered with papers that should be stored in the filing cabinet if they are really that important to keep around; boxes filled with junk that I can't bring myself to throw away, believing that one day I'll remember its there and will be useful to me; decorative pillows thrown about at the foot of the bed that rarely gets made; the closet, under the bed, the drawers--my out of sight out of mind areas of clutter. Nothing about this room indicates it is a room at rest.
Essentially, the bedroom is the place where you go to find rest after a long day, and dress to prepare for the next (er, we'll leave the extra activities out, for now). The bedroom is the place you are most real with yourself, when all the troubles and joys of life come either come to a head or are left outside this place of rest. That's a pretty significant thought. And this is the one room I abuse the most. Nothing about my bedroom is peaceful, much less restful. Every area of my life has spilled over into this room...school, church, work, hobbies, the past, even my battle with my own securities is tucked conveniently in the closet! All this is what I surround myself with while I sleep.
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