But you know what? I’m fine with those messes. I even like them, because they mean I’ve done something better and more meaningful with my time than filing away papers or loading the dishwasher.
Speaking of that dishwasher, an empty dishwasher and a counter full of dishes may be my favorite mess. They mean I had to grab a quick dinner and run out the door to dance until my feet were numb and sing until my voice was gone at Taylor Swift’s concert. Or they mean my mom and I went to a fashion show. Clearly, those are a lot more fun than dishes and the dishes will be there tomorrow.
I love baking and cooking — so crumbs are a necessary evil. A great meal can’t exist without some garlic peels and confectioners’ sugar on the floor.
I may be 25 years old, but that doesn’t mean I want to relegate all my plush toys to the basement to sit in a bin and never be seen again. They hold so many powerful memories. There’s the one my dad surprised me with on Valentine’s Day. The chef bear my aunt brought on a visit. The bear my mom hugged before a trip just in case something happened. Maybe those memories shouldn’t be filling a dining room chair, but they don’t belong in the basement either.
Mail is awesome. OK, so most of the time, it’s full of junk and bills, but I don’t want to throw away the cards I get from friends and family. When I’m having a bad day, I go back to my mess and read the cards — not so messy anymore.
I feel like I’m one of the few people that actually reads magazines in a tablet-and-app world. I love the smell and feel of the paper. I love that I’m not staring at a screen to read them. But, sometimes in a tablet-and-app world, I don’t have time to get to them as quickly as I would like. I will get to them all… eventually.
I have three giant bookshelves. You would think this would be enough, but they are overflowing. I don’t mind though. They show I am interested in looking at something other than a screen. They give me a release from the real world and allow me to grow as a person. Some were gifts. Some are signed. A few haven’t even been read. One day, I’ll give some of them away… mostly so I can add more to the collection.
It is clean. Once I’ve gone to all the trouble of sorting, washing and drying the clothes, sometimes I just pile it up. All that valuable time is much better spent wearing the clean clothes while watching a movie, binging on Scandal or going shopping. After all, they’re just going to be dirty again soon.
I eat mostly healthy food, but life isn’t fun without a little indulgence. When a craving strikes, my pantry is full of chips, candy, cereal, cookies and every seasonal food I can get my hands on. Right now, I have more pumpkin spice treats than any one person should be allowed to have. Things are stacked so high, it’s like playing Jenga just to get to the jar of crunchy peanut butter. Sure, I could organize it, but I know where everything is and nothing falls on the floor… most of the time.
If there’s one lesson you take away from this article, let it be that glitter is happiness. It shines and sparkles and makes even the gloomiest days brighter. If you get a card from me, it will have glitter. And I don’t buy makeup unless it sparkles like a diamond. Fair warning to any future owners of my home: You will never get rid of all the glitter. But really, that’s a good thing.
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