Found this little gem from way back in March 2014, my second month of blogging, and it still holds true today. As of this date I haven’t succumbed to collecting rubber frogs, so I may be doing ok.
I don’t really know when I became a “neat freak” (to save my fingers I’m just going to type NF). Perhaps it was at a time that other areas of my life were not “neat”, or maybe it was just something that gradually evolved. All I know is that it brings a deep satisfaction to me if things are “neat”, ordered, organised, tidy, nicely structured, neat,neat,neat. My NFedness helps me when things are a bit out of control in other areas, it lets me find stress-relief through tidying the pantry, auditing the cupboards, straightening the bookshelf and just generally having a NF moment or two.
I know I didn’t inherit it from my MOAA (mother of advanced age), as my MOAA is a “Clean Freak”, or CF – (I love you Mum!). This is a woman who cleans all her windows each week, (I only do mine about once a…
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