I have this friend who's an artist. She has great, creative outfits and looks like she should be on the cover of Get a More Interesting Life magazine. Tonight she expressed concern about being too messy for other people. House not in order-- piles and dust as breeding ground for inspiration.
This was good to know because she gave me permission to be messy-- teary eyed, sweaty backed, runny nosed. It's good messy. Like when it rains and there get to be muddy puddles and worms surface from the underworld. She lets my worms surface.
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it was a beautiful moment, such a palpable ache and she blessedly broke it open for you.
May I too have permission? It is another opportunity to be free.
i have a friend who is also of the "messy" persuasion, and she has a sign on her wall at home that says "women with clean houses are boring". that may become my life motto.
i have always asserted that "i am organized in my own way" and loose track of things every week. there are often dirty dishes in my sink for a few days. i let mildew grow on the shower curtain too long before i wash it off. i have just realized that there are more important things in life than having perfectly manicured nails and a wiped off stovetop. i feel like i sometimes try so hard, and it still doesn't make me not be messy. i just sigh and hope people love me for more than that.
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