Why I do a Sunday house reset and how you can do it too

the rule of infinite chances

One of those phases when I found myself going through an incredibly tough time. The times that make you hate waking up in the morning. The torturous ones.

I would wake up, look outside my big glass window into the beautiful city and take a deep breath. A deep sigh.

‘Another wretched morning.’

One of those days when you do not know what to do with yourself to relieve the pain.

They say when you don’t know what to do with your mind, start with your body, start with your environment.

That is what makes an oversimplified phrase like “make your bed” and “clean your room” so wildly popular and accepted. Simply because it works.

Cliches are cliche because they work.

That morning I decided to put the cliche to test. I started with picking a corner of my living room. A corner where my cherry brown, wooden Japanese table sat.

A table that was first brought in with the promise of delicious meals sitting on it but rather was now reduced to a plateau of random objects on top of it.

I almost reached for my earphones, but the noise inside my mind was so loud, my breath so shallow but my self-awareness so piercing that I decided to retract my hands. I made the decision to go raw, no music, pure, deafening silence.

I have a twisted tendency to sit in the pool of pain, in discomfort no matter how unsettling it might feel in the moment. For I always know if worked through well, there is learning and joy waiting on the other side of that infliction.

Wiping cloths, cleaning liquids and a messy table at hand, I start. One spray, one swipe at a time.

Meanwhile talking to myself in my head. One sentence after the other, processing all that pain. 4 hours later I am surprised by finding myself inside my refrigerator deep cleaning each corner like I am cleaning the corners of my cluttered mind.

This time with a lot less unrest after 4 hours of mental processing and physical cleaning simultaneously.

I go on to repeat cycles of this combination for the entire morning, afternoon into the night.

My cluttered, dense house has now been turned into a sparkling new abode of shiny hidden corners, neatly organized objects, fragrant candles and fresh, floating energy.

I remember feeling incredibly satisfied and CRYSTAL CLEAR in my thinking.

What had started as a treacherous, mentally cloudy morning turned into a sparkly clean night. I physically felt the emotional fog clear up, one cloth-swipe at a time.

That day I found a life-skill that I knew would save me each time the world felt like it was crashing down.

I want to assure you of the rule that you can get infinite chances to fix your heart and each house reset comes with one :)

Yours,

Ipsita