My life needs a major clean-up
My hard drive has been defragmented. Now it's time for my life.
There are post-it notes all over my desk. There are clothes all over my bed. So many clothes that I don't even sleep in my room; I sleep on the bed in the spare room. There are portions of the floor that are cluttered with stuff. My closet is full bags that are full of bags... that are full of bags... that are full of bags...
The post-it notes say things such as "left off on 8." Eight of what??? What was I doing? What happened at the end of seven? Why was it so important that I continue to number 8? I'm asking purposely pointed, annoying rhetorical questions. But the bottom line is that I don't know what most of my cryptic phrases on the post-it notes refer to. That's because they've been there so long that I have forgotten. The post-it notes are symbolic of the many incomplete projects, activities, "to-do's" in my life.
The things that I want to do the most take a back seat to distractions 99% of the time.
The clutter and messiness on the floor and bed are symbolic of, well, the clutter and messiness in my life.
My life needs to be cleaned and organized. And I'm starting with my room.
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Dear Deer Squatting on My Lawn,
You lie there lazily with your huge bat-like ears and stare (stare with your eyes, not ears of course) at me when I go for a walk at night. You. creep. me. out. I have never seen such behavior! Go away and do deer-ish things. Pfft!
Sincerely creeped out and sort of peeved,
Diana
Dear Geese on Formerly-Dan's Lawn,
You are not Canadian geese. You are white, barnyard-like geese. At first I thought you might be seagulls. What are you doing there? Do you belong to the new people who have moved in? If you do, then it's very cruel of them to not have a shelter for you when it's almost below freezing. If you do not belong to the new neighbors, have you escaped [again] from the farm? Well, at least this time it wouldn't be the flock of sheep... and one identity-confused goat.
Sincerely puzzled,
Diana
There are post-it notes all over my desk. There are clothes all over my bed. So many clothes that I don't even sleep in my room; I sleep on the bed in the spare room. There are portions of the floor that are cluttered with stuff. My closet is full bags that are full of bags... that are full of bags... that are full of bags...
The post-it notes say things such as "left off on 8." Eight of what??? What was I doing? What happened at the end of seven? Why was it so important that I continue to number 8? I'm asking purposely pointed, annoying rhetorical questions. But the bottom line is that I don't know what most of my cryptic phrases on the post-it notes refer to. That's because they've been there so long that I have forgotten. The post-it notes are symbolic of the many incomplete projects, activities, "to-do's" in my life.
The things that I want to do the most take a back seat to distractions 99% of the time.
The clutter and messiness on the floor and bed are symbolic of, well, the clutter and messiness in my life.
My life needs to be cleaned and organized. And I'm starting with my room.
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Dear Deer Squatting on My Lawn,
You lie there lazily with your huge bat-like ears and stare (stare with your eyes, not ears of course) at me when I go for a walk at night. You. creep. me. out. I have never seen such behavior! Go away and do deer-ish things. Pfft!
Sincerely creeped out and sort of peeved,
Diana
Dear Geese on Formerly-Dan's Lawn,
You are not Canadian geese. You are white, barnyard-like geese. At first I thought you might be seagulls. What are you doing there? Do you belong to the new people who have moved in? If you do, then it's very cruel of them to not have a shelter for you when it's almost below freezing. If you do not belong to the new neighbors, have you escaped [again] from the farm? Well, at least this time it wouldn't be the flock of sheep... and one identity-confused goat.
Sincerely puzzled,
Diana