I'm rather proud of our messy apartment. It used to be that I couldn't stand the clutter. Now I just go with it and when I have time to tidy, I do. When I have better things to do, I do them instead. I can't clean up the mess around me thinking that it will calm the mess inside me. It only works for a time, a short-lived balm, a shot of tequila. It's good to just embrace the mess.