Courgette plants in pots on the windowsill, growing reassuringly.
I try to sort out my 'intray' - actually a wicker basket that sits on the floor near the dresser and into which I dump things - reading material, bank statements, stuff related to my self-employment, stuff stuff stuff. Sorting it out was supposed to make me feel better... I end up not knowing what to do with half the stuff. I realise I need a big sort-out at the next level - the filing cabinet. Horror. But I know eventually somewhere in the process, I will feel better...
The sun is once again hidden from view by pale but dense cloud, and this dim light seems to seal me into my mood of dissatisfaction and unease. Actually, I want to weep. It is also windy. I wish it would be still.
2 comments:
Clearing up, or trying to, isn't always a successful way of making one feel better and more in control, is it? I hate that defeated feeling when it's more than I can cope with. Can you maybe break it down into smaller sections so you just deal with one small bit? And start it in the morning not later in the day.
I'm not really one to give advice, I've got stuff stuff stuff building up too, and a lack of heart for tackling it. But even taking a small nibble at it is better than nothing, really.
And windy days make me miserable and edgy too.
Constantly windy nights make me uneasy. However, breezes on a beautiful sunny day make me merry. Same wind, different reaction. Hmmm.
As for clearing up filing cabinets, that goes in the "when it needs to be done the right time and day will make itself known". Some things, if forced, will never go well. One has to keep one's antennae tuned, and when the right day arrives you will know. The process will then be shorter and more enjoyable than if you had forced yourself to do it on another day. Don't ask me why, but it's so.
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