I have a confession to make: I’m obsessed with the messy pile of stuff on my fiancé’s nightstand. To a casual observer, it is an inconspicuous little heap, consisting of a few books that he has been reading for the pas six months, a stack of papers and letters (junk mail included), topped with a bunch of business cards from people he’ll never speak to again. (What can I say? The Gen X-er who clearly needs a Rolodex.) To me, however, it is a vile offense of the pristine order of our household that I think about every time I enter our otherwise immaculate bedroom – and that continues to haunt me even when I pointedly ignore it and start frantically tidying up the rest of the house in an effort to compensate. (To my fiancé, it’s a sacred shrine to his lost independence, but that’s beside the point.)
Wow; this was so beautifully written! I am the exact same way with trying to control my environment and keeping everything orderly, and it’s for sure a means of dealing with anxiety. I am learning to let some things go and enjoy the moments with my baby.
I really enjoyed your writing here. So much I relate to, in regards to recognising and letting go of control!
Very well written and honest. Thank you for sharing the inner workings of your mind.
Wow; this was so beautifully written! I am the exact same way with trying to control my environment and keeping everything orderly, and it’s for sure a means of dealing with anxiety. I am learning to let some things go and enjoy the moments with my baby.