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Meeting someone for dinner in 20 minutes. I have no time, but a powerful urge to write something here.
I feel like organizing my life, cleaning up messes, mending fences (literally and figuratively), accomplishing overdue goals, focusing my efforts, focusing my mind, and beautifying my space.
Instead I'm putting out fires, damage-controlling, scattering my energy, holding grudges, mixing up my systems, ignoring my priorities, leaving messes, putting things off, and slowing down.
Is my heart waiting to catch up to the rest of me, or is something blocking my feelings from becoming action?
And why don't I have a single pair of plain black shoes to wear to work?
I feel like organizing my life, cleaning up messes, mending fences (literally and figuratively), accomplishing overdue goals, focusing my efforts, focusing my mind, and beautifying my space.
Instead I'm putting out fires, damage-controlling, scattering my energy, holding grudges, mixing up my systems, ignoring my priorities, leaving messes, putting things off, and slowing down.
Is my heart waiting to catch up to the rest of me, or is something blocking my feelings from becoming action?
And why don't I have a single pair of plain black shoes to wear to work?