On Sunday afternoon, as I was sweeping the floor of my living room at the end of a busy Christmas break, idly contemplating work and chores, this thought occurred to me: Cleaning is an act of love.
If you don’t love your home, or your bedroom, or your yard, it’s very difficult to find the will to clean. Why spend time and energy cleaning something you don’t love? Cleaning is intimate, it’s sacrifice. Even beyond loving the space you inhabit, cleaning is an act of self-love, since we all know how great a clean space makes us feel.