The Young Witch is a Mess

You remember those cats I was herding last time? Yeah, they took over my life. Like a lot. Particularly cleaning the house. Which is why I haven't been the best at updating this blog in the past couple weeks. Accept my apologies, dear Void. I'm kind of a mess.

How did I come to this come to this conclusion, that I know the absolutely no one has asked? Well here I am to answer that wonderful question!

As I'm sure I've mentioned, I'm still in the process of moving home and part of moving home, includes painting my room, vacuuming my room to get rid any possible allergens, lest I aggravate the asthma that likes to overtake my lungs, packing up my old room in the basement, then sorting through what I want and what I don't want, which is always a fun time going through one's old things and having to relive those old memories and then decide if you want to get rid of it (a lovely mixed bag there). So now, my new room is more than a bit of a mess and I really need to clean it tonight.

Painting is rough work sometimes

Then there is missing and worrying about my friends back in California and just missing the different bits of my life in California. Then there is dealing with my old apartment and waiting on some updates from them. Then there is the fun part of moving back home, finding out what I want to do for a job and considering starting a business and thinking of new ways to engage with an audience and make this blog more interesting, like adding vlogs and other things. Then I had to go to the dentist today, and I'm just starting to get the feeling back in my lip.

When telling all this to my friend Kate the other day over FaceTime (because of course we were), she simply said, "You're a mess."

"I'm always a mess," I smiled.

"I know, but I love that, because that means I can be a mess too."

I think I laughed at that. She continued saying that if I'm a mess and I'm a "real" adult, then she can be a mess too and that's okay. And I have to say: I like that way of thinking.

In a world like ours, we need to allow ourselves to be messes sometimes. I know, that none of us want to be messes. It's not a fun time by any means, and we have all the self help books in the world dedicated to making us not be such messes. Even I try to come up with some way to fix situations when all seems to get out of wack, but sometimes, we just need to allow things to exist and run their course and well...be messy.

It's not always fun and I'm sure that someone has a better idea of how to deal with things. But I have to say, it's okay to be a mess. It's okay to admit you're messy. Sometimes, that all we need to do is get through.