Taking five minutes with the #FiveMinuteFriday gang to write unedited on a theme sent out by Lisa-Jo Baker. This week it’s Mess.
I’ve been living for the last two weeks out of a suitcase – and when I do that I have bags and bags of stuff lying around an unfamiliar bedroom wherever I’m lodging. I have a pile of cleanish but crumpled clothes, a pile of not-very clean clothes, a bag of definitely smelly clothes… and that latter bag has been growing as my travels ensued.
Temporary, adventurous, out-of-the-familiar living requires such flexibility. It somehow makes life easier, to have it all out on the floor, ready to hand. I can only do this for a shortish period of time, but while I’m on the edge of the new, it works for me. I don’t think I could live like that normally.
Back home, I have a system. An order and a place for clean and dirty, for ironing (stifles laugh), for drying. I have a timetable and a time to be out of the door each weekday. I have deadlines and routines.
The structure is orderly, but honestly, I’m not looking forward to putting on the straight-jacket of routine, after this freedom, liberation from the clock and the system of life. Travelling and visiting and exploring sends the normal into chaos, but living on that edge, I find myself grow.
It takes mess to grow.
So as I think about returning to routine and order soon enough, I wonder how much mess I can tolerate, or even embrace, in order to keep on adventuring, and to keep on growing on the edge of my life. When I don’t have the energy to keep on top of the process, will I choose to live more and fret less?