I'm not a neat person. I've gotten better over the years (throwback to the days where I used to just shove anything and everything into my dresser drawers as a kid--sorry Dad) but if we're being honest, I'm still not the type to make my bed every day. Don't get me wrong, I've read all of those articles about how helpful it is to make your bed every morning, but it's just not gonna happen. When it comes to tidiness and organization, everything in my life is pretty much lined up to a T (seriously, just take a look at my planner for the past week). But my bedroom is like that part of my brain that doesn't stop running around and throwing things everywhere and making a mess. My friends think it's strange. I'm the roommate who will vacuum the house and clean the bathroom, but if you want to borrow a shirt, I might have to look around for it for a minute because it's probably not hanging up neatly in my closet.
I'm a strong believer that you need to have a little bit of a mess in your life. There's something about a mess that makes me feel more expressive, unique, and just more like myself. Aside from my messy bedroom, there's one place where I regularly make a mess and I relish in it: the pottery studio. Putting it simply, throwing pots is kind of just like playing with mud on a spinning wheel, splattering it everywhere and trying to create something new out of it. It's a process, and it's a really messy one. When I'm done throwing, dark clay covers my hands and forearms and stains my old jeans and t-shirts. But the end result is usually something pretty great.
You start off with a block of clay, and begin patting it into a ball-like shape to throw on the wheel. Your hands are already stained brown, and then you make it even messier by adding water to the clay and beginning to center it on the wheel. Slowly, this ball of dirt forms into a smooth, moldable, centered being on the wheel. I used to laugh when my pottery teacher at the Chapel Hill Community Clay Studio would say things like, "Let the clay become whatever vessel it wants to be," thinking...."Uh, what? Dude, I just want to make a coffee mug." But it's 100% true. The clay has a mind of its own, and sometimes the messier it gets on the wheel, the more unique and fun it becomes.
Messiness is a process--a beautiful one. How difficult is it to have every aspect of your life 100% together every single moment? I've tried, and I'm sure you have. It's exhausting. The messiness of my bedroom? I'm willing to admit that it might just be because I'm lazy and I'd much rather curl up with a good book than put my clothes away. But I think it's really important to let yourself go sometimes. Make a mess every now and then, and appreciate what comes out of it.