Glimpse In A Mirror

Thinking Allowed

I'm so tired of writing here that I've been working a lot lately. It's true, of course, but I'm really getting sick of defining my life by overworking. It's becoming the defining characteristic of my days and weeks. I'm really sick of it. For the last week, I've been doing much better, taking more breaks, getting out of the house more.

One thing that I've found really helps me to feel on top of things... making my bed. For some reason, having my bed made encourages me to go and sit on it during the day, to relax, to look through a magazine, to read... just get my head out of the working mode. In fact, the downstairs is just a bit messy, scattered, with some undone dishes and some clutter in the living room, and just that little bit is enough that I don't really want to hang out down there, and when I do go down there, I don't feel... well... on top of things. I feel disheveled inside, just like the room is. All of this is encouraging me to really make it my priority to stay on top of the house. I'm thinking that I will make it a goal to have everything in its place when I go to bed, and if not, to put it in place in the morning before I start working. That way, the house becomes my retreat from the work, instead of being a sort of continuation of the work. I can't really explain how the outside of me has such an impact on the inside of me... but since it does, I'm doing my best to work with it, and to have it working for me.