My office can be messy.  I have little problem with that.  It’s not where I live.  Really.  It may feel like it some days, but I know better than to believe that.  My house will never be magazine perfect.  I live there and enjoy too many things for it to be a museum like showcase.  I’m an INFP; we pile things.  Don’t get me wrong—I love files.  I love order.  I’m just better at enjoying it or putting it off kilter than I am at creating it.   What I haven’t realized till recently is how much my inner state of being is reflected by my environment.

Happy thoughts invaded my head as I woke up this morning.  (I’m most decidedly NOT a morning person!)  As soon as I opened my eyes, those rare warm fuzzies disappeared more quickly than an ice cube in the Sahara.  My closets and my dresser have the flu.  It seemed that while I was sleeping they regurgitated their contents.  There were clothes everywhere.  My big, fluffy terrycloth robe was being held hostage by the tote with my blue and green sweaters.  My freshly ironed khakis were mixing it up with the khakis ready for the laundry.  Shirts and socks mingled like they were at the prom.  Nothing was where it should have been, but nothing had moved since I’d turned out the light to go to sleep 6 1/2 hours before.

Yup.  I’m stressed.  I’ve been home to sleep, shower and change clothes.  I’ve been peopled out when I’ve gotten home at a decent hour, and I worked all weekend.  I’m a little stressed about impending meetings at the end of the week.  If you don’t believe me, take a peek at my room.

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Today (Saturday) is my first day off in a few weeks, and it has been a good one.  Lots of sleep led to increased energy.  That increased energy got my bedroom looking like it belongs to a sane person who actually cares.  My great hope is the energy will continue to flow and the rest of my house will benefit.

photo courtesy of Wonderlane