A Happy Mess

Turning exhaustion into gratitude

I was admiring the raindrops gently kissing the window in the ceiling of my room, the books and journals scattered in with recyclables and empty glasses that have become toys, the actual toys that have been added to the heaping pile of laundry, and thinking “WOW. What a beautiful mess.” As I continued to contemplate the topic of today’s post, I was humbled and forced into acceptance that it was going to take longer for me to have the space to sit down and fill this blank template with the black serifed font of my intention because the beautiful being that collaborated with me on the mess of our living quarters has decided that naps are for losers. I’d love to be a loser if that’s the context.