A short post today from the car, and my first post written from the Blogger app!
(Verdict: fine in a pinch, but difficult to insert links or pictures)
At boarding school one night, I was in the lounge hollowing out a book with an Xacto knife. Small shreds of paper littered the floor. My friend, who was studiously completing her calculus, looked up and exclaimed, "you made a fun art mess!"
Right now, both my home and my classroom are full of "fun art mess," and I am trying to remember those times when I felt comfortble with that. We all make compromises in how we spend our time, and a mess is often indicative of a life spent going, moving creating. And yet, how much time do we waste stressing over the nebulous standards of others?Who has time to clean when there are trips to take, projects to complete, and adventures to be had?
So barring a health/learning hazard, I am reframing how I look at my sloppy environment. It's not just a mess; it's a fun mess!
we are in the middle of an Ancient Mesopotamia "thing". It was making me crazy, but thinking about it as a "fun mess" might make the disaster look less overwhelming when I walk through door Monday morning. Thanks for giving me a new perspective.
ReplyDeleteLove your post - it reminds me that life is a work in progress: focus on our own journey
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