Mixing it Up
I want to reorganize and redecorate my apartment. I do want to. I want to change it up and sigh with happiness over the loveliness of it all when I open the door and see it all clean and beautiful. I do. But somehow the desire and the action are not matching up very quickly. I seem to have lost my talent to whip things in shape quickly.
It's not that I'm not making progress, I am, but slowly. It's as if the books and papers have a mind of their own and want to stay put. My stuff seems to have more dominion than I do and that's not good.
So onward, the new sheets are at least washed, now the bed must be changed...
