Sometimes your life makes its own metaphors. Don't worry if that doesn't make sense to you. I'm not so sure it makes sense to me either. Anyway, I returned to my apartment yesterday after attending my cousin Heather's wedding to find it just the way I had left it, a mess. I can recall last week where I had so much on my plate and didn't know where to begin. The thought was so overwhelming that I didn't begin anything that I needed to accomplish. In my bedroom I found piles of books stacked on the floor, on my air matress, or on my desk. What usually happens is that I find one spot where I don't want my books to be and I move them somewhere else. This time, I don't like looking at the books in their new home and then I move them again. This pattern continues and does not really go anywhere. On top of that, I have a hamper full of clean laundry that I have neglected to put away for several days. Now I see the connection. Is my laziness and lack of cleaning a result of my responsiblities that I have yet to accomplish? Is there a direct correlation between my messy room and my messy objectives? It could be my imagination, but it's certainly a start. Like mom always said, clean your bedroom. Better yet, who wants to clean mine?
-E-steam
-E-steam
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