WHO LOVES BEING MESSY?

I remember working in the veggie restaurant in Brighton where the owner’s favourite phrase was “sorted. There you go” Everything was about getting things sorted. I liked it.

We should be organised to be productive. For decades I have admired those organised types.

I am known to some as a highly productive, super organised professional. I am German - so that kind of goes with the territory. And I’ve been running my own business since I was 18. I now run a mini-hospital for my son on top of being a parent, business owner and human being. If you want to get a lot done, you better be organised or spend most of your time looking for the things you need. I don’t have that sort of time to waste.

And yet, with my very diverse thinking brain, keeping things consistently organised has always been a challenge! Systems can fall apart quickly when you don’t stick to them.

I love it clean. I love the spacious feeling of a clear space. It’s stylish. It feels right. Messy and chaos are to be avoided, cleared up, cleared out. It’s wrong.

Yet I notice. I AM MESSY!

I don’t just mean leaving worn clothes on the floor type messy. I mean inside, too.
I can really fall apart. Become a crying heap within minutes, laugh hysterically, be still, rinse and repeat. I’ve been witnessed this way too- doing this in front of other people is an accomplishment in my mind- to allow yourself to be seen like “that”. Actually, that part feels like daring to be authentic to me - but I am aware it also feels messy - because it’s certainly not composed.

Let’s get it out in the open, people. I love the mess. Do you? Where are you in your relation to messy?