My Brilliant Mess

Let me tell you about my day…

So I bought a filing cabinet to organise my amassing stacks of papers, trying to be an organised adult. I don’t have room for a desk, so it’s kind of replacing that piece of furniture I just gave to my sister.

It seemed liked a good idea at the time, but I forgot one tiny detail: filing cabinets are usually deep. Very deep. How else would they hold so much junk?

Thus, my initial designated location for my new piece became a bit, well…awkward.

Either it juts out past my bookcases, the two drawers unable to fully extend because my couch is in the way; or I turn it flush with the wall and lose the remaining 30+ inches between it and the window so the drawers can open at all.

I was annoyed and stuck.

Then, in a moment of epiphanic genius, I was struck with an idea. “Why not rearrange all the furniture?”

Easy enough, right? Wrong.

I emptied my bookcases, shifting them and the now infamous filing cabinet.

Only, now, while I did it, I’m dissatisfied. And tired.

My energy is deflated, and to empty my head of all this clutter like my floor around me, I decided to write about this moment because I actually do this. A lot.

So as I write, I look up from where I’m sitting on the floor wondering what in the heck I should do now that I’ve worked myself into this brilliant mess as I lingeringly drink my ginger beer hoping I could blink my eyes like Jeannie and be done with it.

Oh, well… C’est moi.