on my mind Yesterday, my day began with freaking out about being a mess and ended with me (somewhat) embracing it. The messes were for different reasons, but I still came away with an appreciation for what I could learn from them. The first mess was my closet, which I have been avoiding dealing with for months. I’ve been wanting to declutter and rearrange things to fit my new work from home life, but the idea of taking everything out exhausts me. Organizing my closet means assigning value to things, making assumptions about the future and what I will or won’t need, parting with gifts that I’m worried someone will notice I don’t have, and wondering if I have too much or not enough stuff for someone my age.
permission to be messy
permission to be messy
permission to be messy
on my mind Yesterday, my day began with freaking out about being a mess and ended with me (somewhat) embracing it. The messes were for different reasons, but I still came away with an appreciation for what I could learn from them. The first mess was my closet, which I have been avoiding dealing with for months. I’ve been wanting to declutter and rearrange things to fit my new work from home life, but the idea of taking everything out exhausts me. Organizing my closet means assigning value to things, making assumptions about the future and what I will or won’t need, parting with gifts that I’m worried someone will notice I don’t have, and wondering if I have too much or not enough stuff for someone my age.