Who Needs Therapy When There’s Cleaning?
When my house was being renovated, I made sure a lot of attention was paid to the bathroom/toilet attached to my bedroom. After all, most of my deep-thinking stems from the time spent pondering over life’s mysteries while standing beneath a shower. To me, my bathroom was my ‘Fortress of Solitude’, a place where I can be anything I want, with only my imagination limiting me. And I abhor having a dirty bathroom.
Every weekend, I make sure that I have scrubbed my bathroom clean with an almost fanatical devotion. First, I ready the arsenal of cleaning equipment, stolen from my mom’s cupboard. They say, “Well begun is half done”, and it’s true in this case as well. The joy of scrubbing at the tiles with soapy water, the happiness at splashing water all over the place, only to watch it slide away and leave glistening, gleaming tiles in its wake! I just love to clean. Cleaning is a joy that completely relaxes me, and I don’t mind doing it every free moment! It gives me time to think about the week gone by, lets me appreciate the fact that I have time on my hands, to personally see to my own cleaning.