So lately, I’ve been picking up after myself. I’m not a slob, but I haven’t always been the cleanest person in the world. Last semester, I had so much going on all the time that things ended up piling up.
This semester, I still have a lot going on. But more, I have a lot in my mind to keep track and figure out. I don’t really know where my future is going, and with everything going on, and everything I want to do, I could get overwhelmed easily.
So I’ve taken up organizing. Somehow, I feel like if I get everything around me organized, that my mind will be able to contain everything it needs to. It doesn’t have to worry quite as much because things are in order.
And I’ve also really, really enjoyed cleaning. I like it clean so I don’t worry about it. The mindlessness of cleaning is somehow relaxing, and a little bit soothing. I find simple pleasure in getting something to look clean again.
I have an endless to-do list. There is always another task. There is always something more I could do.
But yet, I just try my best, and do a little bit here and there, and I go to bed happy with my day. I can’t get everything done. I just can’t. But I can try to do as much as possible, and just enjoy life.
I know I’ll never run out of things to do, and that somehow comforts me. I guess because I don’t have to worry about what would happen if I had nothing to do and I was just left with my own thoughts.
I don’t feel overly busy, I just feel that my life is full. In a good way. I am happy.