A few weeks ago I was listening to this episode of Life Kit on keeping your house clean. Of course I was. Each passing day puts my failings in that department right under my nose.
A few things clicked for me while listening to the show. Beyond the 5-step method for dealing with an overrun living space (go by category: trash, laundry, dishes, things that have a place, things that don’t have a place), what resonated the most was the attitude towards housekeeping:
- you do not exist to serve your space, your space exists to serve you
- rather than viewing tidying as reactive, after-the-fact, view it as a proactive kindness to your future self.
Nowadays, my space is rarely overrun. It’s just permanently cluttered. There are hotspots where stuff accumulates. Drawers I never open (I wonder what lives in there). But it’s “functional enough“.
However, every time I travel, every time I visit a nice cosy café or office, I am put in touch with how much I yearn to be able to exist on a daily basis in a living space that does not breathe chaos. I don’t mean immaculate with not a book out of place – space must live and be lived in – but at least tidy. And with pretty stuff on display rather than in boxes or in my head, waiting for a future that never comes.
I like the idea that my space is there for me. It removes some of the weight. It makes it feel a bit more like my body. I don’t feel that taking care of my body is a chore. It’s something I do willingly because I’m aware of how my body serves me and I want it to be able to serve me well, so that I can go skiing, do judo, write blog posts, and simply, exist in it comfortably.
So with my space, then: it is there to participate in my sensory experience of the world. It is there to hold me, provide shelter and warmth and comfort to my existence, allow for the activities I want to do in it. This changes the mindset around cleaning and tidying. It becomes less about what I’m supposed to do, and more about how I want my space to be for me to exist inside of it.
Reframing tidying or cleaning as a proactive kindness heads in the same direction. I already had this idea of treating myself as I would a good friend. But something was still missing. It still felt like a kind of moral obligation. “I need to treat myself as well as I would treat a friend.” Yes, I would do my friend this service, do the dishes. I will take this weight off my friend’s shoulders. The missing link, as I understand it today, is that “doing the dishes” is not just some chore that exists in the void, or a consequence of living and eating. It is something I can do to help my space better serve me.
If I focus on how I want my space to serve me, doing the dishes takes on a different tone. For example, one way in which my space can serve (or “disserve”) me is through the experience it provides me when I get up in the morning, not very awake but very hungry, and want to get ready to go to work. Do I enter the kitchen to be bombarded with reminders of things yet-to-do (yesterday’s dishes, a messy table?) or on the contrary, do I enter a kitchen that feels like a new day, and maybe even has the bowl and knife and cutting board already out on the counter for preparing my breakfast?
The shift here is moving from “doing the dishes tonight so I don’t have to do them tomorrow morning” to “doing the dishes tonight so that my kitchen is ready to serve me well tomorrow morning”.
I’m at the chalet right now, and over the weekend I’ve experimented a bit with this. Yesterday for example, before sitting down to do a quick puzzle (I’ve fallen in love with Ravensburger’s “Puzzle Moment” series), I did the dishes and tidied the kitchen, not to “get it out of the way”, but because I understood that my relaxing moment with my puzzle would be more pleasant and relaxing with a kitchen ready for preparing lunch, rather than containing the remains of breakfast, and I wanted to offer myself that.
I feel like I am getting there. It’s less about what I’m supposed to do and more about how I want to shape the context of my fragile moments of existence.