I'm OK With the Mess-Are You?

While I have many topics— via stories— to share, they are all incomplete— where they shall wait until I make the time, find the energy and create a space. If I create the space first, perhaps the time and energy will follow¬***

One of my stories involves events from yesterday and shall be titled “Welcome to District Seven”, due in large part by the fact that Peter and I went there on a spontaneous date. As a result, many thoughts unraveled during my dining experience and led me to some more revelations, AKA “AHA!” moments. Luckily for me, by chance, I came armed with pen and notepad and Peter, once again was witness as I disappeared in thought right before his eyes. As I finished documenting my thoughts, I looked up and Peter was gone. For a moment I panicked and also wondered how long I remained in this trance until I saw him walking towards the table and realized he stepped away to give me some time and space. Thank you Peter! Xoxo

It had been a long and busy day and we arrived home both pretty—for me both physically and mentally— exhausted. As I walked in the door, my house was, once again, and utter and complete mess. It came as no surprise and was pretty much the same as I left it. I become stressed and overwhelmed by such things and for the life of me, I cannot find anything!

Maybe that’s why I left it. I didn’t want to deal with it! I wanted to be anywhere but at home because I didn’t feel at home in my own home. Normally this would be my breaking point and I would never be able to go to bed or relax in the midst of such mess. I would have to, once again, push myself to do chores until I was satisfied enough to temporarily let it go. Didn’t I just go through this last week? I fully acknowledge take responsibility for most of it!

I needed to change my clothes before I did anything. All I wanted to do was hit the couch for a while with Peter and unwind before bed. The walk to the bedroom was excruciating. Each step I took opened my eyes to every messy disgusting detail along the way. I cringed with each step I took, thinking about how I just got it all under control and with the blink of an eye it’s back!

As I changed my clothes and plotted about which things I would quickly tackle enough to put my mind at ease, it occurred to me—I need to learn to find my way through the mess and still be ok***

Life gets messy at times and we can’t always fix it right away. There are going to be times where we need to adjust and be ok despite the mess. If we practice this and succeed in being ok with the mess, imagine how we can be without it***


WL&L,

Wendy