The Apartment is a Mess

I feel like that title should prepare you for the fact this post will not have pictures. 

And I guess said title might be a bit of an exageration... but it feels like a mess.

There's still some boxes of wedding stuff that need to be dealt with/packed away/repurposed. I didn't get all of the laundry finished yesterday, there are dishes in the sink that need doing and the kitchen pantry shelves have gotten completely out of hand. I spent an hour and a half working on my desk last night and it still has a ways to go.

But I'm okay with it. Sort of.

I'm coming to terms with the fact that this is an aspect of my life I'm going to have to let go from time to time. I'll have to sacrifice doing the dishes in order to get that chapter done on time. I'll leave the low priority laundry for another day so I can wisk out the door to a friend's birthday. 

It's not going to kill anyone that there's a pile of boxes in the living room. 

At least I hope not.

(It's a process, this new acceptance.)