Life is messy

I decided today that the times that I am the happiest are when I accept that my life is one big crazy mess and I don't stress about it. I acknowledge that not everything is going to go the way I want, that I don't have control over everything, and that I can handle the little glitches along the way and then I relax. For instance, when you come back from Christmas thinking everything is great and you walk into your new apartment and walk onto a soaking wet carpet. I admit, it took me a little time to laugh about it, and at first I was a little concerned, but what can you do?

I admit that sometimes I like it when things are a bit crazy, because then it prevents me from over analyzing things. I am too busy thinking about my boy and my brother accidentally turning on the stove and melting a plastic sack and a nylon wrist strap. Or helping my mom and cousin sew an entire queen size quilt top in one evening. It is nice to have these distractions to keep me from stewing about my life and how I wish it could be.

So for now, I am happy with my crazy busy life. I know that I can't control everything, and I am ok with that. I am trying not to stress about the little inconsequential things that come up, and just be happy that I am doing ok. Besides, like my dad says, "I like trouble." I like mess. Just look at my house!