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Dear Dad,
This morning, you asked me to clean my room for the millionth time. Then we argued about it for the millionth time. Clearly, this isn’t working for either of us. I need a space where I can be myself. And being myself means being a little messy.
Think about it this way: One person’s mess is another person’s memories. Where you see a shelf of junk, I see my friendship bracelets from camp.
I see my photo booth pictures from the school dance. I see the snow globe Nana bought me in New York. My “clutter” makes me happy.
And I’m not the only one who enjoys a little mess. Did you know that Albert Einstein’s desk was always a disaster? He said, “If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, what is an empty desk [a sign of]?” There was even a study done. It showed that people with messy work areas tend to be more creative.
I know messiness stresses you out. So I’ll try to keep the common areas tidy. But maybe my room stays the way I like it: a perfect mess. What do you say?
Love,
Erika
Dear Dad,
This morning, you asked me to clean my room—again. Then we argued about it—again. We have a problem. You like neatness. But I have to be myself. And that means being messy.
Look at it this way: One person’s mess is another person’s memories. Where you see a shelf of junk, I see my friendship bracelets from camp. I see my pictures from the school dance. I see the snow globe Nana bought me in New York. My “clutter” makes me happy.
And I’m not the only one. Albert Einstein’s desk was always a mess. He said, “If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, what is an empty desk [a sign of]?” There was even a study done. It showed that people with messy work areas tend to be more creative.
I know messes stress you out. So I’ll try to keep the common areas tidy. But maybe my room stays the way I like it: a perfect mess. What do you say?
Love,
Erika
Dear Dad,
This morning, you asked me to clean my room for the millionth time, and then we argued about it for the millionth time. Obviously, this isn’t working for either of us. I need a space where I can be myself—and being myself means being a little messy.
Think about it this way: One person’s mess is another person’s memories. Where you see a shelf of junk, I see my friendship bracelets from camp, my photo booth pictures from the school dance, and the snow globe Nana bought me in New York. My “clutter” makes me happy.
And I’m not the only one who enjoys a little mess. Did you know that Albert Einstein’s desk was always a disaster? He famously said, “If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, what is an empty desk [a sign of]?” And according to at least one study, people with messy work areas tend to be more creative.
I know messiness stresses you out, so I’ll try to keep the common areas tidy—but I’d really prefer for my room to remain a comfortable, inspiring mess. What do you say?
Love,
Erika