A Clean Home Is an Investment in Your Sanity
To finally change my messy habits, I had to scrub away my self-limiting beliefs
I’ve been working out of my apartment since my daughter was born five years ago — but despite the amount of time I spend there each day, I never quite figured out how to, as the picture-perfect folks on HGTV say, “make my house a home.” The more I focused on building my online writing career, the more I struggled with housekeeping, eventually letting it fall by the wayside entirely.
I tried to ignore the mess. I made excuses that I was “just so busy,” that I had more important things to do, that it didn’t bother me much. But still, I constantly felt cranky and scattered.
It wasn’t until I enrolled my daughter in preschool — a transition that would require us to have actual morning and evening routines — that I finally decided to take control over my space. But I knew I couldn’t just spend one long weekend in intense Kondo mode and call my work done. I needed a sustainable plan, a system that would allow me to keep my home tidy through all the unexpected bumps, twists, and big deadlines that will inevitably come my way. Here’s what I did, and how it’s been working.
First, I got some goal coaching
Over the summer, I reached out to the productivity and mindset coach Liz Huber, who helped me identify some areas of my life that I wanted to change. My home was at the top of the list.
Huber led me to realize that as a single mom, I was so focused on my work that I didn’t even think it was possible for me to keep up with tidying. I also believed, as a woman with autism, that organization would never be my forte. I have a difficult time making mundane decisions without second-guessing myself, and an even harder time categorizing the objects throughout my home to put them in their proper place.
Through some coaching sessions, I finally started to recognize my self-limiting beliefs. I realized that my overwhelm had become a crutch. I wanted a more organized home, but I was afraid that I wouldn’t keep it up, so I didn’t even try. Admitting what was happening was an important first step.