I am a very messy person. I try to neaten up every week and within minutes, I clutter things up again. I like a good mess. Not a bad mess, mind you. Sometimes, the mess is just too messy and you startle yourself into some kind of cleaning frenzy. And, if you think I’m just talking about material clutter… Well, go right ahead.
With that said, I’m proud of my organized chaos and mess. There are times when people hear me describe myself as messy and tell me I shouldn’t put myself down like that. As if I’m expressing shame. I laugh and note, I’m not ashamed of being messy. I’m proud. It’s my controlled mess. My thoughts and feelings in full display not tucked away neatly in a bookshelf or two. I often even sit on the floor while working with my papers set in a circular pattern around me. Words, numbers and punctuation marks surrounding my being. I like my mess and that is that.