I like to organize life. Separation. Categories. Boundaries. All valuable things.
But, sometimes the organization becomes an unnecessary imposition. Maybe instead of forcing it upon my life, sometimes I'm meant to let it stay messy.
See, the lines between work and life? They're getting blurry. Perhaps that's quite a good thing.
PS - Thank you Elizabeth Gilbert for the reminder that we can make space in our souls for the paradoxes of life. Otherwise, the contradicting notions in my head and writing lately would make me feel extra crazy.
