Why it’s okay to get messy before you get it together
It’s okay to get messy before you get it together. Right? Let’s be real: life lately has felt like a magical tornado—equal parts sparkles, spreadsheets, and spontaneous naps I swear were strategic.
Some days, I wake up ready to conquer the world. Other days, I’m lucky if I conquer brushing my hair. And that’s okay. Messy doesn’t mean broken. Burnt out doesn’t mean done. So here are five things helping me stay grounded and get through the mayhem—even when my brain has exited the chat.
🥣 1. That one snack I’m emotionally attached to
Currently: home made pumpkin soup. It’s not fancy, but it’s packed full of nutrients, and super easy to make in my slow-cooker. When everything feels too loud, sitting down with a cup of this soup and a grilled cheese sandwich to dip in it (don’t judge me) helps me feel okay again.
🧠 2. Mental health check-in
This month, I’ve been dealing with massive anxiety spirals.
I’ve started listening to low-fi music while I’m working and just pottering around the house, and while it’s not a miracle fix, it’s helping. I find it helps me stop my brain from whizzing too far ahead of me, which lets me breathe. Slowly. And I’m proud of myself for trying.
❤️🩹 3. The story that’s healing me
Books, TV, movies, and other forms of entertainment are therapy. And right now, I’m loving watching Lucifer because it reminds me that transformation is messy, and that even the most powerful characters start out lost. Just like us.
💡 4. A permission slip I’m giving myself
I’m officially allowing myself time to reset. I’m always so busy, hopping from one project to another and often between tasks without giving my brain time to adjust. So right now, I’m taking time out. I’m going through my task list. I’m batching, I’m scheduling where I can, and I’m looking at what’s important (and what might be something I can let go of. Because survival doesn’t always look like productivity. Sometimes it looks like choosing peace over perfection.
🏆 5. The little win I’m claiming like a gold medal
I did laundry today, and I’m counting it as a triumph. Big goals are built from tiny wins, and today, I’m celebrating the hell out of this one.
Some weeks, surviving is the achievement. And if no one’s told you this lately: you’re doing better than you think. Be gentle with your messy magic. It’s still magic. What’s saving your sanity right now? Tell me your snack, your coping tool, or your proud little win. I’ll be cheering from this side of the screen—with love and maybe crumbs on my shirt.