I’ve learned that creativity is rarely neat.
Ideas arrive in scattered notes, half-finished projects, papers stacked “just for now,” and thoughts scribbled wherever there’s space. For a long time, I believed that a little mess was proof that creativity was alive—and in moderation, that’s true.
But today, I walked into my office at work and knew it was time for a full reset.
My job requires a lot of creative work, and while a bit of messiness can spark ideas, the papers everywhere, the notes, and the unfinished tasks scattered here and there were no longer inspiring me—they were giving me anxiety. So I made a decision: no more procrastination. Today was the day to get it done.
What followed wasn’t about perfection or making things look picture-perfect. It was about gentle discipline. About caring enough to tend to the space where so much thinking, creating, and problem-solving happens. Piece by piece, the clutter lifted, and with it, the heaviness I hadn’t realized I was carrying.
By the time I closed my office door at the end of the day, it felt so amazing to see that it had actually happened. The reset brought clarity, calm, and a deep sense of satisfaction.
There’s a quiet balance between letting creativity roam freely and knowing when it’s time to pause, gather, and reset. Tonight, I’m grateful for both—the freedom to create messily, and the grace to restore order when it’s needed.
