A song got me thinking...:

i don't mean to seem that
i am constantly complaining.
that i'm constantly unhappy.
that i'm constantly stuck.

the truth is, while i can be all
of those things, it is not because
-i live at home.
-i don't have a "real" job.
-i have a mountain of bills that my income can't support.

i have faced that.
it's life.
i can deal with that.
i will always be able to.

what drives me to my moods is simply
that i feel that i am so
blessed
and
thankful
to honestly just to be alive.

sometimes i can't stand to think
that i'm wasting one second
of this gift.

this life.

this opportunity...

the C word...

stack of papers here.
pile of clothes there.
random bits of mess
scattered in between.

clutter.

i can't seem to get away from it.
i feel that i'm constantly
cleaning.
straightening up.
putting away.
and i can never tell when i'm done.

clutter.

the stacks, piles, bits and mess
feel like they're spilling into the rest
of my life
till nothing seems to get accomplished.

clutter. clutter. clutter.

even these words i write...

clutter.