Chaos

The chaos seems to be closing in, in terms of the house and the clutter and disorganization.

I've been thinking that maybe it's because I'm starting to disconnect from this place as I start thinking about how as soon as I land a job, I'll be living somewhere else, I don't know. I find myself fantasizing about open spaces, only a very few belongings, and an uncluttered life.

I guess the house can be a metaphor for the spirit, and maybe my cravings for organization and de-cluttering speaks more to my spiritual cravings.

I want to throw off the chaos, in both my home and my spirit. I want to start afresh, living more simply. Focus on what's truly important. I know without a shadow of a doubt that vacuuming and constantly picking up Playmobil bits aren't on that list. But it's not going to be until there's a whole lot less to pick up around the house that I'm going to be able to turn my time and attention to those things that really do matter.

In the meantime, until I actually achieve that uncluttered existence that I so desperately crave, all I can do is work on making my physical surroundings as orderly as possible.

Sigh.

I'd better get back to it.