In my bedroom sits piles and piles of books. They wonder if today might be the day I slow down, grab one off the shelf, and curl up in my chair with a glass of warm mulled cider. I know that taking time to read ignites my brain and sparks my imagination, but once again, the books will continue to sit undisturbed on the shelf.
In my basement sits a mountain of laundry.
I have no love of laundry, so it can just sit there for all I care.
Everywhere I turn I am faced with choices: things I should do, things I could do, things I must do, things I can do later, things I desperately wish I could do right now. These options are like tiny pieces of rope waiting to be pulled. The problem is, I cannot see the other end, so I don't know if the result of my tugging will be a victory...or a great big nasty knot. Some days I am brave (or foolhardy) and pull with reckless abandon. Other days I am paralyzed by my choices, and I spend all my time staring at my options and doing nothing.
Tonight I'm going to sleep in the midst of what seems like a thousand ropes. Tomorrow I hope to be rested enough that I might be strong enough to pick up a rope. I don't need to win the war, but I do need to start the battle. Hopefully, if I tug at these ropes a little at a time, eventually the knots will work themselves out.
And then maybe, hopefully, there won't be so many loose ends.
2 comments:
I want to hear ALL ABOUT the spinning! And I want to see pictures of the yarn and the lovlies knit from it!
Please, please, please, please, please? ;)
Wow, you put into such eloquent words what I am also feeling. Instead of the wonderfully insightful writing you do, I ramble and complain. But then again, I'm a government worker. :)
I hope that you are ready come tomorrow morning to pull on those ropes with gusto. I will be rooting for you.
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