Mess is all around. Everywhere and it's really very big. My life is messy, I am messy, mess is messy.
In the past few weeks I've been desperately cleaning the mess several times. I was fixing the bad consequences of my messiness. And the consequences doesn't stop. They are comming and it is a sign for me. I should tidy up.
Tidy up my life and myself. Tidy up my room, shelves, and desk. I should keep tidy all the time. Pay attention to details, do the houswork first.
I should really, really do this.
So in the meantime I continue my project. I feel like the progress I made is smaller and smaller, but the project is almost over.
Today I've been doing this: