Lately, I’ve been feeling a bit immolized with potential. Now that I have more time, I am less equipped to organize it well. I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about the new place we move into soon (but not soon enough): the dream house which will never need to be cleaned and where I’ll eternally find what I’m looking for.
I think I need to remind myself that it’s better to have the time and the tools to make things rather than not. Otherwise, something like this might happen….