Somebody manages to keep everything in perfect order. How? I don't get it. It's straight out of a movie about a happy life where closets are packed and clothes are hung by color.
I just can't keep up with this myth. Every time I try to put things in order, suddenly there's some new pile of stuff to sort through. And just like that, it starts all over again.
Why is that? Because I like chaos in my life. It makes me feel like I'm really living. It may be a little different, but it's real.
Maybe I just love this little challenge of tackling the clutter like a challenge. I am, after all, a person who challenges even myself. So the next time I'm messing around in my clothes on the floor, don't judge me. It's my art form!