All the things I'd like to say get jumbled together with my expectations and trapped inside my head.

Five things to do today:

1. Pick up all the toys littering the house.
2. Load, turn on, unload, repeat re: dishwasher.
3. Teach school.
4. Catch up on school record keeping.
5. Run over to that (new to me) cafe for tomorrow's needed birthday gift.

Isn't that exciting? And seemingly easy to accomplish?

Wait - there's also a piano that needs to be moved into the house. And those overdue library books. And the trip to the post office. And trimming the dog's toenails. The list really does go on.

My life: a fairly accurate representation of what goes on in my head all the time. There's the short list of five (or even one) thing/s I might want to do for myself and my mental well being. Post on my blog. Write an actual poem. Read something that isn't just brain numbing. Work on my decoupage project. Knit. Deeply inhale the steam from my cup of tea. Instead I get tangled up in all the other things. I feel like I'm running an endless maze and I've forgotten the way back.

Some days this is a very sad thing. Some days it's just the way it is. And sure, like most of us, there are things I would change about my life if I could but usually I focus on just accepting and changing things where it is possible. Serenity, anyone?

In the meantime, my words are all jumbled together in my head while my soul is busy living out this life of mine. Weird and all jumbled up together.