How it looks to others

Monday night as I got out of my car to teach, I realized how messy it looked inside. There were a few bags of my teaching things, a few plastic shopping bags, a few coats, a few soccer balls, along with the new pocketbook I bought but never transferred my things to. The question is-why is all that stuff in my car? I could bring in the jackets and soccer uniform, put the soccer balls neatly into a bag, reorganize my teaching things so I don't have to drag around random bags of things, but I don't know. A few months ago I thought my car was pretty clean and a little kid commented that it was a mess. Having a few things around to me doesn't mean "mess" but it does to others. Meanwhile, that day I thought the car looked pretty clean because there wasn't much in it. It made me think about how I perceive things, and how I worry that others will perceive them. I still have that moment of panic when someone comes in my house that it isn't perfect or welcoming in some way. We got caught in an unfortunate holding pattern with our house, that some things aren't finished and we can't finish them without stepping on someone else's toes.