I cleaned my sewing room one time and it paralyzed me. I could not work in there because it was so neat. I would walk in, sit down, appreciate the neatness, get up and walk back out. Finally my DH got frustrated with me and suggested that I go in and pull out some fabrics and get the table cluttered. From then on, my table has never been "clean."
This is one of the "to each their own" situations.