My Messy Life


It’s 11:00 on Wednesday morning. I just received a text from one of the editors of the Daughters Blog. She said the rough copy of the blog entry I’m supposed to write is due today. I haven’t even started writing the article. Oh fantastic. It’s supposed to be about “My Messy Life.” How convenient. I could do a weekly series on this topic and never run out of material. My mess is the most consistent thing in my life.


I’m sitting in my car outside my children’s school. They like when I join them for chapel on Wednesdays. There’s a 30-minute break between chapel and my volunteer time in my son’s kindergarten class that I do each Wednesday. I’m in my car realizing I have no clue what I’m going to write for the blog. I look to my right and this is what I see: pic-2

I give you my WORD I did not touch a thing. I just snapped a picture with my phone. This is my passenger seat. This is how I go through my life. Messy.

I recently read an article titled, “Messy Minds: Inside the Psychology of Clutter” by Anne Wynter. Melissa Gratias, Productivity Psychologist and Owner of MBG Organizing Solutions explains, “People think perfectionists don’t have clutter, but usually the opposite is true.”

The reason? Perfectionists tend to acquire extra items in an effort to remain prepared and they often have greater difficulty purging their belongings. “If they can’t do it absolutely perfectly, they might fail to start or fail to finish,” said Gratias.

This is me. All the time. I’m trying to overcome being a perfectionist. I love a clean and tidy car and home. I have two extremes: perfectly clean or perfectly messy. I would love to find a more balanced approach to life. Balance is always the challenge for me.

pic-4Maybe I should tell the teacher that I can’t make it in today to volunteer. Then I could clean out my car, get some laundry done and finish packing up the Christmas decorations that are in the garage just sitting next to my plastic bins. That seems like the right thing to do. I need to make time for myself and for the tidiness of my life. I’ll feel better if everything is where it’s supposed to be. But the days of kindergarten for my son are so fleeting. Before I know it, the year will be done and Justice will move on to 1st grade.

No. I want to use the opportunity to be in the kindergarten class. I made a commitment to volunteer for center times and I want to keep my word. I accept my mess. I don’t like it but it’s okay. Here I go. I’m excited to be with the little people. What an honor.


Update: I volunteered in the kindergarten class and I am glad I did. Then I looked in the mirror … my roots. I haven’t had my hair done in over three months. My roots are so grown out it almost looks ombre. More mess. Well. Until next time …




Jamie Humphrey aka “Messy Bessy” is a recovering perfectionist that is learning to let go of the temporary. Purpose is more important than perfection. And messes are temporary. *Repeat 10 Times*

One thought on “My Messy Life

  1. Teresa Ann Harrison says:

    Oh my Jamie girl! How I enjoy reading your blogs….You keep us girls sane & give us reminders of just how very precious our lives are. I know & understand messy but at the end of the day, I would rather reflect on how fruitful my day was after having spent quality time with my husband, Reigh & those I love.


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