My room is my own space. It’s mine to feel safe in; somewhere I am able to completely and utterly be my authentic self.
Occasionally, it gets messy. But that’s only if I pay attention to it. Funnily enough, it’s clean when my mind isn’t, and more cluttered when my mind is tidy. You have to get frustrated with the mess in order to fix it you see.
Maybe that’s true for my mind too.