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I’ve been thinking…
There’s something beautiful about sitting in the middle of a mess, sipping your coffee, and going, “it’ll be OK.” I had this thought this morning, at my desk, in the middle of a messy bedroom that I’m currently renovating.
My closet doors are at a woodworker’s shop being repainted. My belongings are all over the house in random bags and old suitcases. The OCD side of me has been freaking out for weeks.
I like order and organization. I’m not good at dealing with chaos and disorganization. But I know this is a test I had been putting off taking.
Messes can heal you.
While part of me is resisting the disaster that is going on in my home, another part is rolling my eyes at it. “You needed this mess,” it whispers to me, doing a silly jig around my brain.
I’ve learned several lessons sitting in this mess for over a month now.
I learned that life will never be perfect. I learned that there is never really a “best” time to do anything. I learned things will always take longer than expected. I learned to advocate for what I want. I learned to push back against what didn’t work for me. I learned to accept what I can’t fix.
The messes around me have forced me to look inward at the messes within me.
