Late last night, I was messing around with cog therapy stuff, and in the midst of my "rational response" to some random "automatic thought" I veered off into other territory. Something that's been messing...can actually make a mess!  What's wrong with that?  Why do I have to freak out about it?  Answer: I don't. So maybe I can clean out of a spirit of joy and self-compassion. It seems very doable to me