embracing the mess
sunday afternoon, my apartment looks like a jungle of crap - stuff everywhere. seriously, i have narrow pathways to get from room to room. i feel like i live in a goodwill donation center. apartment. whatever. my cats LOVE IT. it's like their dream come true. places to hide, climb, fit into...they tear around the place like the floor is moving and they have to get from one place to another fast while holding on, or they will be ... well, i have no idea - launched into space? it's like they're speed horizontal rock climbers, or like they just discovered an invisible trail of ants and they have to try to catch them all at once as fast as they can, but there's nothing there... ? or maybe there is an invisible trail of ants. ?
it's interesting how there's a point where a mess gets so bad that it doesn't really matter anymore. like (as i suppose it is for the cats) it becomes less of a mess and more of a new terrain. you just work with it. you don't excuse it. it's more tolerable than a clean apartment with a dirty kitchen. although, i hate a dirty kitchen under any circumstances...
it's interesting how there's a point where a mess gets so bad that it doesn't really matter anymore. like (as i suppose it is for the cats) it becomes less of a mess and more of a new terrain. you just work with it. you don't excuse it. it's more tolerable than a clean apartment with a dirty kitchen. although, i hate a dirty kitchen under any circumstances...