I don’t want to make any messes here in the blogging world, but yesterday the topic of my therapy group was “Messes.”
That’s the mess I made last night, as we all got messes down on paper. My mess was actually messier than it looks in that photo, because I actually spilled cracker crumbs all over it. Because I made a mess of taking that picture, you can’t read all that I wrote. However, I will tell you that I messily shared at the end of the group session my inspiration to make a new t-shirt that says, “Say YES to the mess.”
Why is it important to say YES to the mess? Because we are all messes, in ways, even though we may think we need to appear neat and organized to others.
Before the group last night, I was dealing with lots of messes related to
- miscommunication,
- mistakes,
- broken promises,
- fear,
- worry,
- shame,
- guilt,
- misunderstandings,
- distrust,
- anger,
- loss,
- regret,
- pain,
- insecurity,
- health,
- health care,
- health care bills,
- politics,
- lawyers,
- guns, and
- money.
Here‘s another fine mess: “Lawyers, Guns, and Money” by the late Warren Zevon.
Here are all the other messes I photographed yesterday:
Please don’t be afraid to make messes in the comments section, below.
Messy thanks to all who helped me create this mess of a post and to you — of course! — for all the beautiful messes you bring.
A little mess is so refreshing thank you Ann for reminding me its okay to be messy 💕
(Don’t tell Don tho)
Thank you for the refreshing mess of your comment, Val! ❤
I miss Warren, too, Ann. ‘The writ has hit the fan,’ oh, wise and messy one.
Thanks for the great line, oh wise and messy one.
Definitely….it is ok not to be perfect all the time
Your comment is definitely ok, Barb!
I’ve been learning a lot about acknowledging my “shadow” lately–which I have a hunch is similar, if not identical, to “the mess.” Thanks for posting this, Ann. Also–I’m back! Not to the Jenn Stories so much, but to this new Pilgrimage blog on occasion. Happy to see you still here. Now you and I both have camels! 🙂
I’m messily happy to see you here, too, Jenn!
I’m embracing my mess Ann. And I chuckled at the more mess pictures of one Ann K. 😉 Let’s enjoy this messy day.
I’m embracing your mess and mine, Colleen! ❤
🙂 ❤
One of my favorite teachers had a poster in her classroom that said “A clean desk is a sign of a sick mind”. As soon as I saw that I knew I would do well in her class. And asking for lawyers, guns, and money is a much better way of dealing with a mess than singing “Poor, Poor Pitiful Me.”
I’m dealing with my mess now by singing a new song titled, “Teachers, Chris, and Wisdom.”
You messin’ with me?
My mantra for the day — Messin’ up is good for my soul. I am a mess. In a good way! 🙂
You are good for my soul, Louise!
I’ll say Yes to the Mess. This post was a BLESSing. Had to reach for that last one.
I’ll say Yes to you and your blessings.
Sometimes it is good to make a mess. I love the photos of you- your hair looks great!
It’s a mess now, Lisa, but who cares? It’s great to see you!
Wow, Ann, you sure look happy for someone who experienced all those messes yesterday, especially lawyers and guns!!! (GUNS???) Happiness must be the answer to mess. The flowers are beautiful and not at all messy.
I sure look happy to see you, Maureen.
I like to think I’m a hot mess now and again. 😜
I like to think that, too, and many thanks for the hot mess in this comment! ❤
You should see my PC keyboard and screen
I assume they’re messes, Derrick. It’s great to see this messy comment
Yes! It’s a fine mess when first we seek not to impress.
I am impressed, Gabe.
I love, love, love this. Permission to be, make, and accept a mess. (Cuz it’s not like we’re in control of everything.) Thank you thank you.
I love, love, love your comment, Barb!
I am a mess most of the time. Maybe thats because Im playing more than paying attention. Didnt someone once say that a clean desk is a sign of a troubled mind?
Love your mess, Claudia!
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