Well this is awkward. A few years ago I sold y’all on the idea that being a neat freak will save you time (and safeguard your sanity).
Now I’m saying I may just need counseling for neat freakish ways.
What I wrote still holds true, but I’m starting to realise one can easily go overboard.
I guess that’s like anything, though.
So, why exactly am I concerned about my neat freakishness?
It all started a couple of weekends ago when we moved into our new apartment (there’re pics on Facebook if you’re nosey).
I spent the Monday morning following our move ‘nesting’ instead of working. Which is to say, I unpacked, repacked and cleaned until the place was worthy of a Garden & Home double-spread.
Okay, almost worthy. I’m not sure how they’d feel about featuring such a minimalist space in their glossy magazine.
You may say a morning spent homemaking is reasonable. And I’d agree. If it ended there. Only, it didn’t.
This past Friday morning I noticed the floor needed sweeping. Any normal person would have made a mental note and then immediately returned to more pressing issues, like their lengthy to-do list.
Writers aren’t normal though. We’ll do anything to avoid writing. Even housework.
Apparently Stephen King wrote his first best seller in the laundry with a typewriter on his lap. He’s a unicorn though, so definitely don’t use him as a yardstick.
I proceeded to spend the entire Friday morning sweeping, wiping, scrubbing, organising and sweeping some more. I can’t with dusty floors, they make-a me crazy.
All the while, my deadlines loomed ever closer. You’d think that would have spurred me on to open my laptop, but it only caused me to sweep more vigorously.
I know, practical much?
By midday I decided the only solution was to decamp to a nearby coffee shop and work there. For whatever reason the dulcet tones of fellow coffee drinkers induces a state of heightened productivity.
Suddenly the words were flying. Deadline met. Boom (chaka-laka).
Maybe I’m sticking my head in the sand —and given how I feel about talking about my issues, that’s quite possible— but I don’t think my problem warrants external help just yet.
That being said, should I find myself scrubbing the bathroom floor during work hours again, I’ll definitely get a second opinion.
Counseling or Counselling: That is the Question
Wanting a tidy work environment isn’t exactly a big ask, but when my desire for neatness interferes with my productivity levels at work, it becomes problematic.
If you think your problems require more than a visit to your local coffee shop to sort them out, maybe you should think about getting some outside help.
Before you do, it’s helpful to understand the difference between counseling and counselling. Depending on where in the world you are, you’ll spell it differently.
It still means the same thing though, which begs the question: does it really matter? I think not.
Nobody tell the Grammar Police I said that.