A little tidbit about me, when life begins to spiral a little out of control, my room tends to get very very messy. Like piles of things everywhere messy. Thus, in tribute to this messy week, I have photos of my mess, my attempts to clean it up, my eventual distractedness, my cleaning of the living room instead (and it's inevitable re-messyness), and finally my resolve to sip tea in the midst of chaos. Think of it as a metaphor, for let’s say ‘reflection’- the most profound reflections can happen in the messiest of times, sometimes we never quite figure everything out and others might just mess it up, but in the end, we always continue in the midst of inevitable chaos.
The story I see from these photographs is a progressing thought through your point-of-view. The mess, living amongst the mess, a little progress, but again deciding to live amongst the mess. I think a lot of people can relate to this: the mess is there because you're stressed, but is causing more stress, but to clean it up would be even more stress (I can't relate, though, because I'm super anal). Ultimately, I like your decision around it and your metaphor to reflection: sometimes living and reflection happens through the mess, and often that's not something you can fully control. You just have to keep on living and reflecting. -Maddy
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