The masters of clean are the masters of the universe. Watch in awe as they center their mind, body, and place-mat! Gasp, as they vacuum away the entropy of the universe! And let your mind boggle in the presence of their life-altering dusting regime! What is it about a tidy home that brings a sense of peace and purpose to life? The ruffle of a freshly vacuumed carpet and the quiet stack of clean dishes seem to speak of a rightness not often found.
The older I get (questionably wiser) the more drawn I am to order. I think that as the complications of everyday life accumulate, crowding just outside of my control, the appeal of things that I CAN affect increases. I remember cringing at the sound of my step-mother's Saturday morning vacuuming, but I begin to understand her motivation. To be able to craft a small portion of your world to your liking...that is something. To see tangible benefits of your work in a world where things are unquantifiable is satisfying. And while I do not aspire to such heights as my step-mother, my busy bee hours are more numerous by the day.
So! Out with the dusters and bleach! And onward with the battle against that which we cannot control!
Bzzz, Bzzz!
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