a life less mess.
My life is a bit of a mess. I would chalk it up to bad life decisions but if you’ve read any of Brian’s posts, then you know that’s more of his department. I’m the straight-laced one in this apartment. And my life is messy. I blame Past Crystal for this. At 18, I told myself, I says, “By 25, you are going to have your life so figured out that the Rubik’s cube people are going to be calling you asking for help.”
That joke worked better in my head. Whatever. I’m keeping it in here.
Past Crystal was so sure that Future Crystal was going to have her shit together. She would have graduated college, have some fantastic career (possibly in Italy), and be dating some guy who was awesome and way out of her league. Future Crystal would also be skinny.
Future Crystal is now Present Crystal. And of those four dreams that Past Crystal had… Well, let’s just say that Meatloaf never sang a song called “One Out of Four Ain’t Bad”. I never have thought that here is where I would be right now. Living in the same town I graduated college from, working a job that’s okay but not at all what I want to do for the rest of my life, totally single, and definitely not skinny. And it could be so much worse, and I know that, I really do know that. But I’m an American and, as an American, I’m left always wanting more.
I have been taking baby steps to making my life a life less mess. One of those baby steps (that I decided on today after reading Abby’s latest post at A Geek Tragedy and then stalking out Miss Minimalist for ages) is to go a little bit minimalist. My room has been a mess for ages. It’s like, every weekend I get it decently clean then, by Wednesday, it’s like the Tazmanian Devil from Looney Tunes whirled through it. I’m just so sick of my room always looking like hell. I got in early from work today and have already bagged up some clothes and books to take to Goodwill and consignment stores. I don’t know if I want to go full-on minimalist or not (probably not), but I definitely want a cleaner and clearer atmosphere. I just think that cleaning out my room will reach other aspects of my life.
Until things in my life fall in the place they’re supposed to, I can’t complain. I’ve got a roof over my head, food in my stomach, and a place to sit my drink.
