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my house is extra cluttered at the minute. i'm a maximalist at the best of times, think howl's bedroom in the studio ghibli film, or some old eccentric with books and plants and shiny things and layered textures bursting out everywhere. i suppose that's the way i write as well.

right now i have extra furniture as i'm working through a bit of a rearrange and also soon furnishing an extra space i'm lucky enough to have access for a while.

it occurred to me this morning as i'm weaving around everything how i just adapt to these extra steps, get used to working around obstacles, ducking under washing that's been hanging a couple extra days, stepping over the driftwood my friend gave me i haven't found a home for yet - and navigating the burdens and obstacles of life not recognising that it doesn't always have to be so hard.

i guess i'm repeating the point a little bit but with my occupational therapist coming back next week to help me sort through the plan for a specific cluttered space, and some conversations i had this weekend with my closest friends about support networks and forged family, it's just really a point i want to reinforce about the importance of being there for each other and exploring assumptions about how things are. sometimes there just are obstacles and it's hard and that's just the way it is. but sometimes what is so insurmountable to one person they can't even recognise how it could be different let alone how to start changing anything. but it might be easy for the other person if only because it's not their life.

this is the gift/tyranny of being known, being safe enough with someone to be messy in front of them - in all senses of the word.