SnapDragon decides to embrace the mess. (For now.)
I have a phobia of turning into a hoarder.
Years ago I remember catching five minutes of that TV show, and having to turn it off because my heart started racing. I immediately began organizing my closet, convinced that the disease would somehow seep into my apartment and leave me in a suffocating maze of old newspapers.
It was ridiculous.
While I think it’s safe to say I will never be a hoarder, I do have a tendency to collect things. In fact, my husband and I are definitely Collect-‘Em-All type of people. It’s fun. The hunt is almost as rewarding as the items themselves.
Comic books; coffee syrups; candles with cool-looking labels.
Anyway, my obsessive nature sometimes gets the best of me.
I yearn for an empty dining room table. I dream of a vacant closet shelf. I balk at the clutter of my painting supplies, multi-colored yarn, and crafting kits purchased for a rainy day.
In the words of Sarah Lynn, it’s tooooo much, man!
But you know what?
No matter how often I clean, the mess inevitably finds its way back.
Dust. Dirt. The Dreaded Clutter.
Because it means I’m living life, damn it.
I’m having a drink. I’m having a laugh.
I’m playing; reading; watching; singing; experimenting.
So Dear Reader?
Let’s agree to take a collective breath.
Let’s give ourselves a break.
Let’s raise a glass, toast our health, and set those wine-stained beauties in the sink for later.
Let’s have fun.
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SnapDragon is a mom who is working on her first novel.
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