Embracing the Mess
The other day, as I looked around our somehow eternally-messy kitchen, I sighed, feeling weary. Yet another mess to clean, I thought. I took in the sink full of pots and chocolate-covered mixing bowls, the kids busy at their paint-splattered table strewn with brushes and trays of paint, the counters covered with drying paintings and a cooling cake. Why is my house always a mess, I thought, about to spiral into my “What is wrong with me??” loop.
Then, suddenly it hit me: This is what a creative life looks like. Not some perfectly-styled, uncluttered scene from Pinterest, but my kitchen, with my people. Something switched in my brain and rather than just seeing the mess, I was able to see the magic: little people brimming with curiosity who love to make art, a kitchen that smells like chocolate cake, a pot of soup simmering on the stove. Kids’ drawings taped to the wall, shelves full of cookbooks, cats napping by the fireplace, fingerprints on the wall, crumbs littering the floor. This messy life - full of love and chaos and family and food - is far from perfect, but it’s beautiful.