How to Make Your Home More Peaceful
Create an inspiring place to wake up to
Your home is the place where you can return after a long day's work to rest and recuperate. However, sometimes the home just ends up becoming another place for work - adding to stress and fatigue you might already be feeling - and draining your last dregs of energy. This is even more likely today, where the current state of affairs has many of us working and learning from home. While that doesn't exactly make it a stress-free-home, it also doesn't make it impossible; there are still ways to make your home more peaceful.
Your home should ideally create a tranquil atmosphere to help you recharge and de-stress after your day. This makes it all the more important to set up a peaceful home environment to naturally remedy residual tension and stress from the outside world.
If you want to make your home more peaceful and reduce the stress in your everyday life, one of the simplest ways to do this, is to organize, declutter and clean your home.
When we create an inspiring place to wake up to, and a calming place to come home to and relax, it is apparent that time and energy put into creating a peaceful home can translate into energy saved and stress relieved.
Reasons to create a peaceful home:
- Clutter drains us of time, energy and money.
- With a clean home, you can relax with friends and family. The benefits of having fun and relaxing with friends and family is stress relieving in itself.
- Following the practice of Feng Shui, the ancient art of placement, is gaining popularity. The placement and type of objects in our home can raise our energy levels. Cluttered environments can be energy draining.
If your home is cluttered, it is also a reminder of all the cleaning that needs to be done. Continually maintaining an uncluttered home will make it a peaceful environment that will make you feel more energetic and relaxed.
Organize and Decorate
Organizing your things can help you to know where everything is and having a place to put everything so that when it comes time to clean, it will be quick and easy. Decorate using colours and themes that speak to you. This will help you feel relaxed and energized. At the same time, you can enjoy the beauty, order and style of your home.
Create a space for stress relief
Build a physical space for stress soothing hobbies such as being creative, yoga, meditation and simply reading a book.
Feng Shui
Reap the stress relief benefits of Feng Shui. Factor in Feng Shui as you are making changes to create a peaceful home environment. Once you incorporate Feng Shui stress relieving elements of Feng Shui, you no longer need to constantly maintain the changes as they are part of your decor.
Aromatherapy
Essential oils provide a soothing scent for a room and are also good for our health. There are real stress relief benefits to use it. Aromatherapy can help create a peaceful home that offers passive stress relief. It is a recommended element of a peaceful home.
Music
Like aromatherapy, music offers passive stress relief and can energize and relax you. Music playing in the background can help contribute to a peaceful home environment. It can relieve the stress of others and your own stress easily.
Daylighting
Humans have a natural need for sunlight. Daylight is a natural stimulant to the vital system and encourages a health circadian rhythm. Feel the physical and mental benefits in your home office. Lots of natural lighting increases productivity and encourages a higher level of concentration. When you feel relaxed and productive, the rest of your family don't feel the tension and are relaxed. Feel the physical and mental benefits of natural light.
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Jodie Rowe
Writer|Creator|Yogi Lover of Feng Shui, Personal Development, Wellness and Interior Design
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