On Being Messy

Oh my god. How is this woman seeing into my head and writing my personal mantras on a daily basis?

First there was this which I wrote about over on the H2M blog.

Then today I read this: real life is messy.

Exactly what I have been mulling over in my head the last two days. I know some people manage to combine wild creativity with spotless order but for me it's heads creativity, tails messy house. (Like Heads Carolina, Tails California but without the dude wearing overalls and no shirt. Unfortunately.)

On good days I tell myself that messy = fun = active life = spontaneous = free = strong woman etc. But some days it can get kind of overwhelming and starts to feel more like messy = disorganized = scattered = lazy = bum = get your shit together = ewwwww.

Isn't it funny how something so simple as your living space can have such wildly divergent associations?

And the truth is actually somewhere between those two trains of thought. Which is why it's awesome to hear someone else articulate the reality of being a living breathing human being who occupies space, that it "waxes and wanes… gets messy then neat…out-of-control then serene and collected, and back again. Real life and making and doing is a wild business: work…. in…. progress…."

HELL YES, sister.