A Place to Create

I have this friend, Kelly, whom my other friend, Alysa, calls the "key-finding desk cleaner."  While Alysa and I fit the messy, chaos-minded artiste stereotype, Kelly is the neat freak who organizes things when she gets stressed/bored/angry.  And since she keeps her own room impeccable, she's taken to cleaning my room and Alysa's when she's bored and/or has homework that needs to be procrastinated on.  This afternoon was such an occasion.

So, I now have an orderly place to create!  I really do prefer things to be mostly organized and all that good stuff, but I have no mind for it.  I get distracted easily, I avoid unpleasant tasks like the plague (sweeping and dishes, mostly), and I don't really know how to organize.  At least, not in the overall sense of things.  I can sort my books by genre and author and my fabrics by type, color, and swatch size, but I cannot seem to get a handle on how things should be in general.  Where do I put all my random notebooks?  I dunno.  I leave them where I used them last, typically on my desk or next to the bed or on my chair.  What to do with all my crafty WIPs?  Who would've thought that sticking them in a "project bag" might help make sense of things.

Now that Kelly has helped me make sense of things (she did most of the work, I admit it), I feel like my mind has been freed up a little.  The mess in my room/on my desk tends to have a direct correlation with my stress levels, and now I have a sense of peace, a sense of everything being in its proper place, and I can end my week by letting go of my stress and starting over.  Clean room = happy Tandra.  Relaxed Tandra. 

Creative Tandra.

You'd think that, since I am aware of the stress-mess correlation, I'd be more proactive about keeping things clean.  But that would be like assuming that I always remember to just let go of things and chill. 

As soon as I figure out where Kelly put my camera, I will post a pic of my lovely space.