Last month my happiness guru, Gretchen Rubin (author of the Happiness Project) did a post about broken windows that has been rolling around in my mind ever since.
You’ve heard of the “broken window” theory in law enforcement, which says that when neighborhoods tolerate minor examples of disorder like graffiti, broken windows, and drinking in public, more serious crimes are more apt to occur. Well, Gretchen contends that the same basic philosophy applies in our personal lives. That when we tolerate minor “sloppiness” (i.e. unmade beds, unwashed dishes) we are more apt to feel out of control.
OMG! Light bulb moment!
That describes me to a tee! I have so many broken windows around here, it’s surprising a mafia family hasn’t taken up headquarters!
My broken windows are (to name a few!):
dirty dishes left overnight
piles of unread magazines and papers
hair that needs badly to be washed
empty grocery bags left where they were emptied
laundered clothes not put away
ignored “to do” lists
seasonal decorations still up long after the season has changed
Ugh! I need to stop there (and believe me, that was right off the top of my head, there are many more!)
When did this become okay with me? When did I stop caring about the lack of order in my life? Is it possible I’ve been living with the broken windows for so long I barely even see them anymore?
Hmmm. It’s going to take some time to figure out the “whys” but one thing is for sure! My life needs a major restoration project!