Like most creative types, I posses a certain panache for designed chaos. When traveling, no sooner is my luggage on the bed than are my belongings strewed across the room. Perhaps I’m marking my territory; something I always felt the need to do growing up having shared a bedroom with my sister for years. Whatever it is, I know Kevin doesn’t like it.
Kevin is every woman’s dream when it comes to a partner. He’s organized, clean and pulls his weight with the chores. I never need to ask him to take out the garbage or empty the dishwasher. On the same token, he knows I share the load gladly. Where we differ is clutter.
To some, a trip to The Container Store is another item on your To-Do list. To Kevin, it’s foreplay. Ok, I get excited too (kind of) when we walk hand in hand between aisles of closet organizers and Lazy Susans. We allow ourselves to get whisked away to a land where everything really does have its place and all is right with the world.
Fast-forward fifteen minutes to our house and while I am perfectly content with the mail and vitamin bottles on the kitchen countertop, I know Kevin’s OCD goes into overdrive.
So I do my best to put (ok, hide) things away. And he does his best not to have an anxiety attack over the office desk draped with five of the books I am reading.
The simple reasoning that I am more relaxed with clutter than Kevin is what brings me back to my car.
In the trunk you will find my gym bag next to my roller blades and emergency car stuff like jumper cables and a half used bottle of oil. Seems like a perfectly acceptable amount of car clutter, don’t you think? It would, if I didn’t have two garbage bags worth of my stuff filling the back and front seat. Somewhere between moving in with Kevin and marking my territory my car was abused; treated like a garbage can and I am ashamed to admit I let it go on for so long.
After months of procrastination and Kevin saying wanted me to drive for a change, I finally got around to cleaning out my car. As I was pulling the trash out from under the seats and rummaging through old clothes and paperwork, I realized I never drove us in my car because I was too ashamed.
After my cathartic de-car-cluttering, the only thing left to do was to get her detailed. I owed it to her to get her scrubbed and rubbed from roof to rims. I wanted a fresh start and couldn’t think of a better way than to invest in a professional auto detailing service.
After I picked my car up from the shop, I was blown away. Not only did I feel different about what I was driving, I felt different about myself. There is something to be said for taking pride in material things we own. When we take care of our things it’s a way of taking care of ourselves.
Whether it be your office, car or home, there is a fine line between clutter and just plain loosing respect for our space, which really is another way of losing respect for parts of who we are. Peter Walsh with TLC’s Clean Sweep makes some great points about the connection between self-esteem and clutter. I never really connected the dots until my own personal auto epiphany.
It cost exactly one hundred and fifty dollars to detail my car, which to some, is a lot of money. For me, a small price to pay for getting back a part of my self worth I never knew was gone.
So tell me: Are you tidy or does your clutter cause chaos?
9 thoughts on “The cost of clutter”
I'm taking this as a sign from God. Or from Kevin. $150 is exactly what my cleaning ladies charge me to 'detail' my house. And as God (or Kevin) is my witness, it will NEVER. BE FILTHY. AGAIN!(This, of course, depends on whether I can find their phone number in my messy desk…)
Clutter makes your life heavy. Best $250 I ever spent was on the 1-800-JUNK truck that I had park outside my house after my divorce and haul away 14 years of crap. We would just move the same stuff from house to house and never unpack it. Tossed it all!
I'm not always tidy, although I know I can be. Sometimes I prefer to live in a bit of a mess rather than have everything pristine. I find I can identify with that more, maybe because our environment is often an extension of our mind. When you've got other things absorbing you, it's hard to be so vigilant.
I always feel uplifted when I cathartically clean. I'm on the border between messy and neat. I can tell you with 3 kids, 3 dogs and a husband, I can get mighty crabby when the house gets too out of control. Neatness and order is good for my soul. I love that feeling that everything is in its rightful place. Sadly, even though I've tried this philosophical approach with my girls, it doesn't seem to phase them.
I can be a bit cluttered myself. My filing cabinet is basically a huge pile of papers in my spare room.
I would comment here more, but even my fav links are untidy. We're men, aren't we supposed to be messy? Also, it's rare we think a bout your feelings and lifting the toilet seat is next to impossible, sorry.I fear saying much else being the token male in the comments section thusfar. Married and trained properly. Lemme know if any of you need a yes, dear or a jar opened 🙂
It's not my clutter that causes the chaos. It is the lack of understanding on the part of others of how my clutter is organized that causes the chaos.Somewhere on my blog there's a picture or two of my desk… that needs updating.
Yes, I'm a big fan of clutter removal. I make sure I remove it at least once a year from my closet. What a weight off your shoulders!And what a good reminder to de-clutter for an instant mood lift. Thanks.
Another clutterbug here! Loved this post if only cause it reminded me that I'm not the only one.The mad thing is that I live in a minimalist apartment with nada storage space and yet I've filled it with all kinds of crap. I met a guy in my building who reckons that he could gather his belongings together and move out within 20 minutes if need be. I'd be lucky to get my make-up bag together in that time!Rapunzel x*Tales from the Tower*