When I grow bored with being organized and
efficient, I sometimes settle cheerfully into the coolness and poise of
disorganization. Then, I accept my disorders and mishmashes as no worse than
the way leaves lie across lawns in graceful confusion these days. I compare
myself to clouds in the sky as they scatter and shift and reshuffle themselves
in their beautifully messy way. Being neat is a nice way to live, but here’s a cheer,
too, for occasional clutter and even some harmless chaos. I see little
orderliness on the beaches we walk, with their picturesque swirls of sand and driftwood
and stones, and sometimes I let my life be like that, let the waves wash in and
shape my minutes every which way.
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