Ah, my beloved sense of order. If only my brain were so. I have the gift of three mornings a week to myself since my daughter started preschool. I find myself grasping at making order of all the ideas and projects I could do....
I've decided to try to relax a bit and allow myself to stare out the window with a cup of tea. Yes, some things must get done, but a lot of my activities are a desire to be productive at the expense of enjoying this day. I like the expression "tempest in a tea pot". It is resonating with me as a warning and a silly, self induced situation.
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