off
i think i need a year off. stop laughing at me. are you done?
anyhow. this rut i’m in is expanding. my focus is lacking. my energy is waning. i see clutter everywhere i look but lack the motivation to remove it. blank pages are in front of my face but the inspiration is absent.
maybe if i purge i’ll see my office floor. who needs all this stuff. i certainly dont. and i dont want us to raise danny with the notion of consumption.
i look around and see furniture that doesn’t match my personality. we are not a good fit and i’d like a divorce from birch. immediately. but that’s not possible with the tax bill looming. maybe the annual garage sale that the local nuns host will help with the kitchen table. last time i went my dream table was sitting there for under $200 and a giant sold sticker glaring at me. mean table. but maybe she’ll be there waiting for me at 9 am with a responsible price attached to her.
all in time i guess. my list will be checked off. i’ll figure out what it is i actually want to do. the anxiety will subside. maybe i should use my groupon massage…and a little more rescue remedy…and another kit kat. snuggles from the buds couldn’t hurt. and bob doing his girly voice….
