I feel like I ought to be doing more. I have this idea that I should never lounge around, doing nothing, especially when there are things that need to be done. How can I rest when my kitchen floor is filthy and the dishes aren’t washed? Not that I don’t rest. I do. I just feel horrible guilt for doing nothing when I could be doing something.
I want to accomplish more but the days get away from me like an inflated balloon released before it’s tied. I bet you were picturing a balloon gently floating into the sunlit sky, but no. It seems that’s how a day ought to disappear, a gentle lift toward the horizon, but my days careen in a crazy orbit leaving a mess behind.
Is it just me? Why can’t I seem to keep up? At time like these, I tell myself that the Key to Success is decluttering. If only I threw away all the old magazines I will never read, my life would sit quietly and stop barking at me.
A girl can dream–but only if she sleeps. Good-night.