The tamer of chaos

I just love the colors of this yarn. It reminds me of a blog... what is called? Ah, yes, now I remember.

Things Neatly Organized. I love looking at these pictures because I'm not that organized.

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Now don't get me wrong. My desk does not look like this.

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It sort of looks like this.

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My mind is a different matter. Sometimes it's like this.

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More often it looks like this.

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Sometimes, it's like this.

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And this is how I usually wake up. 

What to wear and then do my hair? My bathroom sink is cluttered with 60 products that help tame my curls. Then its put my face and "What's for breakfast... try to eat healthy." 


None of this should be hard. But it is. It's so very hard, everyday.

My mind is overflowing. I can speculate 30 new worlds full of places or people over  a bowl of cereal. And while my mind is running down these tracks I leave the house only to discover I've forgotten my pants. Okay, so that never happened, but lots of stuff like that happens.

It might seem that writing is the culprit, but it's not. Putting words to paper, placing them in order-- my thoughts become organized. They become things I can work with. Writing tames my chaos.

So what's your mind like?

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