You know those girls who have perfectly labeled spice racks, meticulously organized refrigerators, color-coordinated closets, and planners that look like an art exhibit? Yeah, that’s not me. But am I still organized? Absolutely.
I like to call it being a Messy Organized Girl™. It’s like being bougie on a budget, but for everything in life. I’m organized enough to feel clean—more organized than the average person—but not to the level where I’m filming aesthetically pleasing “Sunday reset” reels with soft piano music in the background. My version of a reset? Shoving everything into a designated drawer, or mentally planned pile, so my space looks clean but still having a slight panic attack at night before going to bed because I randomly thought about if my birth certificate is still where I left it many years ago.
Like, do I have an actual to-do list? No. But do I have a thousand calendar events blocking time off to remind myself to complete an activity, a half-updated Notes app, and a mental filing cabinet that somehow keeps my life together? Yes.
I know where most things are. I have a system. It’s just… not pristine. My room is lived-in, not staged for a Pinterest board or a “Clean Girl TikTok.” My calendar is my ENTIRE LIFE; however, when I tell you “let me pencil you in,” what I really mean is that I need to stare at my phone for five minutes thinking about what else I committed to and forgot to put in my calendar.
If I’m being honest, I kind of love it this way. Being the Messy Organized Girl is part of my personality at this point. My friends will tell you that I’m extremely organized and clean, but what they don’t know is I’m probably scrambling to get shiz out of the way 10 minutes before they come over for a kickback…SHHHHHH! This lifestyle gives me that perfect mix of “She’s got her life together” and “But will she show up five minutes late with an iced coffee?” HELL YEAH BABY–coffee can make me late any day lol! It keeps things interesting and I like to stay on my toes. It’s just enough chaos to feel dangerous, but not enough to actually make my life feel like it’s out of my control.
Does anyone else feel this way? Like, you’re put-together enough but not to the influencer standard of aesthetically pleasing? Because, let’s be real—nobody’s linen closet actually looks like that all the time…does it?
At the end of the day, being organized is great, but letting perfectionism take over? No thank you. I ain’t got time for that. So here’s to us girls who thrive in our curated chaos, who can find a needle in a haystack (or a random necessity in the trunk of their car), and who know that as long as life is running smoothly, it doesn’t really matter if there are a few piles to jump over along the way.