Ever ask yourself flat out real deal no baloney straight up why the fuck it matters?

You made or are making a choice. This that or the other deserves whatever energy you are giving/gave…

or not.

Which?

And to what point at all?

I’ve awoken to the sun shining on all I can do, and  alternatively that which must peaceably wait.

For me, the illustration is in my sisterchildhoodfriend letting me know she was genuinely worried because my bedroom is in a state never before seen let alone imagined.

Between moving on ceremonies and attendant rituals and celebrations; likewise high school graduation time absorbancy all encompassing -…….

… I’ve zero ability ((either energywise, physical capability -wise; emotional nonoverload-wise) – NO FRIGGINTENT WAY my room warrants even a smidgen of attention.

Except to slide stuff over on the bed to make room and so be it if stuff falls to the floor.

Otherwise, next.

Always a list of priorities and yep a straightened room feels most peaceful so priority it will get.

In another day or so.

Yours in letting unproductive anxiety go,

Renée