This feels appropriate for spring & the start of the zodiac year. A long-awaited grimoire regarding cleaning and organizing, something I seem to be known for/something I do for myself and also feel conflicted about.
I used to be a very messy child. You couldn’t see the floor in my room, and I would dash across the crap pile, and locate things by triangulating their last known whereabouts by crap quadrant. One day – I must’ve been seven or eight – I cleaned up my room.I don’t know why I cleaned it that day out of the blue. I had just decided, is my only recollection. It surprised my mom, as did the reason. I’ve kept my personal space organized ever since.I wonder now if maybe I hadn’t realized the burden it was to my mom who would have to spend the whole day cleaning her child’s room every few weeks.
Here’s some of the section titles:
The bitch’s retreat
Not purity. Not order.
Take good care of your tools and they’ll take care of you.
Beauty as a sensation.
Letting things go.
Just remember that you’ll have to live with it.