Posts Tagged With: messiness

Day 472: “M” words

I’m about to make a momentous confession*,  my readers.

I think of myself as messy.

Am I messy? Maybe. But what does that even mean? Am I too messy? Compared to whom?

Most people might see themselves as messy, if they had a mother like mine, renowned for her neatness, tidiness, and meticulousness.

So it’s difficult for me to measure my messiness.  Am I moderately messy? Mucho messy? Just a mite messy?

My guess* is that on a scale of 0 to 100, where 100 is maximum messiness, and 0 is no measurable messiness at all, I’m a …

Man! I really resist being numbered (or otherwise measured), much like Mr. Patrick McGoohan’s character, in The Prisoner:



(I found these images here and here)

I don’t know … if I MUST choose a number … it would definitely be a number that has a six in it, maybe somewhere between a 60 and a 65?

Hmmmmm.  With those kinds of numbers, my messiness is WNL — Within Normal Limits, as we say in the therapy biz. While I might modulate towards the messy, it doesn’t interfere with my functioning.*

Yes, I’m not remarkably messy. Since I’ve been an adult, nobody has

  • refused to live with me,
  • given me ultimatums,
  • done an intervention,
  • gotten mad at me,
  • suggested I get help, or
  • otherwise made any kind of major fuss* about my measure of messiness.

However, I feel like they might, at any moment.  That’s because I have labelled —  filed, stamped, indexed, briefed and debriefed — myself as


and that has made all the difference.

Well, I’m working on taking a different road through the woods, now.  Maybe I can replace the “too” in that label with a more modulating word, like:


But you know what? When you are trying to rewrite an old script, it doesn’t make sense to restrict your vocabulary. Let’s open up the alphabet, for this portion of the post, shall we?

As I was saying, maybe I can replace the “too” in that label with a healing, more helpful word, like


or even better:




Let’s see if Google Images has anything to contribute* for the word “messy” at this point:


(I found this image here)


(I found this image here)


(I found this image here)

And let’s see if I can use any of my own photos* to end* this post.

Well, if you were to ask Michael which of our two cats is messier, he would definitely choose the one on the left, Harley.


He still looks pretty neat to me.

Thanks to my mother, to Patrick McGoohan and The Prisoner, to Robert Frost, to the Berenstein Bears, to Justin Boyd at, to Mark A. Hicks (for the pig illustration), to people and other creatures ranging from 0 to 100 on the neat-to-messy scale, and  — even though my thanks have already included you —  MAJOR thanks* to you for moseying, moving, materializing, or otherwise making it here, today.

* has no suggestions beginning with the letter “m” for this word. Believe me, I checked.

Categories: inspiration, Nostalgia, personal growth | Tags: , , , , , , | 26 Comments

Day 346: More Things That Won’t Kill Me

Yesterday, I posted about things that won’t kill me, and people seemed to enjoy that.

I guess that proves that people are glad to hear that I’m pretty safe.   Also, I assume that people were glad to hear they had a good chance to survive the near future, also.

After I posted yesterday, I thought of lots more examples of things that won’t kill me (despite any fears to the contrary). So without further ado …

More Things That Won’t Kill Me*

by Ann

  1. Being late with a bill payment.
  2. Losing a glove (or hat, umbrella, or other protection from inclement weather).
  3. Saying “no” to an invitation.
  4. Running out of gas.
  5. Losing a cell phone.
  6. Forgetting to take my medication.
  7. Taking my medication.
  8. Mispronouncing, misspelling, or forgetting somebody’s name.
  9. Somebody mispronouncing, misspelling, or forgetting my name.
  10. Breaking unwritten rules.
  11. Breaking written rules.
  12. Taking a bad picture.
  13. Asking for what I want (even if I don’t get it).
  14. The word “love.”
  15. Hurting somebody.
  16. Being hurt.
  17. Writing something mediocre.
  18. Gaining weight.
  19. Goodbyes.
  20. Getting stuck in traffic.
  21. Getting lost.
  22. Having to wait.
  23. Keeping somebody else waiting.
  24. Bugs.
  25. Not knowing the answer to a question.
  26. A bad hair day.
  27. Feeling over-confident.
  28. Feeling under-confident.
  29. Saying too much.
  30. Saying too little.
  31. Saying the wrong thing.
  32. Repeating myself.
  33. Getting too much attention.
  34. Getting too little attention.
  35. Getting older.

Again, some of those (especially that last one) might kill me, but not today.

Did you notice that sometimes I worry about the dire effects of opposite things?  For example,  #27/#28, #29/#30, #33/#34.  That doesn’t really make sense, does it?  I might as well skip those things, entirely.

Here’s another example of that: Yesterday, being late appeared on the list (which was especially appreciated by my faithful reader elizabeth2560)  (and check out her comment, at the end of yesterday’s post, for some very good news about being late). However, sometimes I also worry about being TOO EARLY. And being early won’t kill me, either, which is good, because I’m going to publish this post much earlier than unusual (for reasons relating to my work schedule tomorrow).

So I would like to put this post and myself to bed, but I haven’t included an image yet. While that won’t kill me, either,  I LIKE including photos in these posts.

So let’s see what’s on my trusty iPhone ….

Aha!  Yet another thing that won’t kill me (or anybody else**):



Thanks to elizabeth2560, those who are early and those who are late, neat and messy people everywhere,  and to you — of course!! — for reading today.

* Unlike yesterday’s list, there are no links to previous blog posts, which won’t … well, you know.

** I actually did some fact-checking for this claim, and here it is.

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Day 216: Putting worries away.

A few days ago, I blogged about creating a Worry Box.

Today, for the first time, I decided to use it.

I woke up with too many worries this morning.

So many worries, I didn’t even know what I was really worrying about.

I could guess why I’m worrying this morning.

But why wait? Let’s use the Worry Box!


Step 1: Cut up pieces of blank worry paper.


Step 2: Write down a worry.


Step 3: Put the worry in the box.

Repeat Steps 2 – 3, as needed:





Which leads us to the last step:


Step 4: Close the Worry Box.


Thanks to all of you worriers/warriors who are reading today. May all your worries be contained, put away, and groundless, as you deserve.

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