ACCEPTANCE: How the f#*k do I do it?
I'm a messy person in almost every aspect of my life. My car is a mess. My apartment is messy and let's not get started on my kitchen. I was raised by the patron saint of cleanliness, so it's hard to imagine where this habit derived. My dad is quite messy, but I didn't grow up with him. Still, I guess there must be some pre-disposition to slob-dom in me because I really don't like cleaning. Yet I prefer to have a clean place. Go figure. A good friend of mine was talking to me about her lifestyle prior to this twelve-step program she and I are both in. (hint.. we aren't alcoholics and we don't do drugs). She talked about laundry piles on the floor and as she painted the portrait of her house back then, I cringed internally and wondered where my purple underwear with the black skulls were. I hadn't seen them in awhile. After having this conversation, I realized that I struggle with accepting myself as I am right now. I am a big girl, there is re