I’m sure we’ve all been there. You start scrolling on a social platform, seeing all of the lovely photos and status updates your “friends” are posting. Your initial thought could be, “oh, I’m so happy for them”, or, “this is so pretty”. But, these thoughts start to snowball into you looking around your apartment, asking yourself why you didn’t think of having more flowers, or why you haven’t hung up that painting you bought two months ago.
I’m one of these people. I catch myself frequently looking around my home and wondering what I could do to make it “lifestyle blog” worthy. What do I mean by this? Well, I’m glad you asked! What I mean is anything you see that is clean, usually minimalistic or following the hygge/lagom trends, and easily Instagrammable. Now I know it takes time and effort to get their photos to what they consider perfect, but I still can’t help but wonder why I can’t be more like them. Sure, I have a clean home with the occasional dirty dish in the sink. And yes, sometimes I fall behind in my laundry. And sometimes I don’t make my bed in the morning. But I don’t think this makes me any less stellar as the people who portray picture-perfect lives on social media.
That is why I came to the realization that I am a high-functioning mess. Yes, my life can get messy, and I know that these bloggers can have messy lives, too. I used to think that I needed to explain my messiness with evidentiary support. I read a number of articles saying that my home and life is messy because I’m a creative. I’m too creative to sustain order in my home. This, however, became a drag and I was done with excuses. So instead of running away from this fact, I’ve decided to embrace it with open arms. I know that my life isn’t pristine, or covered with bouquets and white linens, but I love it. I love that my TV stand is pretty much devoted to my boyfriend’s love for PlayStation, I love that my bookshelves represent my life with a mix of souvenirs, PopVinyl figurines, my obsession with the Disney archives, and, of course, books. So yes, my life gets messy, but I love what I can create out of the mess. To me, it’s beautiful.