Today I have been thinking about…Mess
Mess. Constant, self-perpetuating, frustrating mess. What’s so tiny or cheerful about mess?
Mess means that you own things. If you have a messy floor, it’s because you have a floor.
If you have stuff strewn all over a table, you own a table, and stuff, strewn all over it.
If you have toys underfoot, then you probably also have children. Yes, some adults own toys, but this is not a blog about that.
If you are tidying a mess, it’s because you have time to do it.
I know you don’t feel like you have the time, but you are doing it, so you must have the time, somehow.
And maybe you’re tidying so you can Hoover™: it’s the only reason I tidy mess. Which means you have electricity.
Mess. A good thing.