It all started when my mom stopped cleaning my room. The world somehow took a turn and I was left in disarray. From then on, I have tried to break my messy habits, but some habits are just too hard to quit. I live in a mess, I am a mess and I can create a mess.

My room is a disaster on a daily basis, but I do clean it weekly. I really try my best to clean it up and keep it clean, but I just don’t think a clean room or life is meant for me. I have clothes everywhere, makeup everywhere, food everywhere, everything everywhere. I don’t believe that organization and I are two words that go together and I’m not ashamed of that.

I think a mess gives a little bit of personality to a place. I think that each article of clothing laying on my floor shows me that my heart and mind must tell me what I want... and that outfit was not it. At least not today. The drink and food spills on my shirt in pictures will tell you that I was too busy having fun and not paying attention to what I was doing. The dishes and empty bags and wrappers laying around the room remind me that I need to have nights that I stay in and do nothing but eat everything in the pantry. The slightly greasy hair covered up by dry shampoo reminds me that I stayed up late trying to study for my test. The texts I leave unanswered, at least for a while, remind me that there are better things in the world to look at than my phone. The days I go to work or class with the ends of my hair wet remind me that I deserved that five extra minutes of sleep.

This world is crazy, it’s busy, and there’s always something that will happen in your life. However, you must always find the positives in everything that you see, everything that happens to you, and everything that you do. Even the smallest things will show you that there are bright sides to everything.