It's no secret that I got pretty depressed when I went through my last bout of unemployment last winter. What I haven't mentioned is that in some ways, I never fully recovered. I stopped putting my laundry away when I it came out of the dryer, leaving my clothes laid out in stacks. I figured when I started working again that I would clean up everything, but that never happened.
With this current round of looking for work, my "stacks" turned more into "piles" or "heaps"; I'd take my clothes out and just dump them on the floor. And, unsurprisingly, my mood got worse and worse.
Yesterday, I decided to fix that. I did a lot of laundry and neatly folded and put away everything as soon as it came out of the dryer. I even gathered up some already clean clothes and put them away with their newly washed kin. And while I still have some clothes that need to make their way to the dresser, nearly everything that was once on the floor is now its home.
I wish I could say that my unemployment is over and I'm starting work soon. But even without my job status changing, I feel much, much better just cleaning up my room, as if my cluttered bedroom was making my mind feel cluttered, too.
I guess my folks were right about needing a clean room after all ...
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