Pitiful

I'm tired.

From the top of my head to the soles of my feet.

Just tired.

Tired of the mundane, dishes, paper, messes, laundry, tasks undone.

Tired.

Tired of me. Tired of problems. Tired of stress. Tired of resting. Tired of trying to work and getting little done "ahead".

Time for a change.

Here it comes....I can't feel it. It surges within me.

Hope! Release! Ideas! Energy!

I will clean out my laundry room.

Yes! Well, there it is. Isn't that glorious?

The answer to my winter weariness.

Order.

It will be beautiful. It will be great.

It will make me feel less cluttered. More together.

So...there you go.

Top that.