... juxtapose the imposition and realize the subject is in the midst of transition ...

how nice that i don't feel like i have to put everything back in it's place after a long day or that every surface has to be wiped down and all the dishes in the dishwasher and my desk perfectly organized

 

it is liberating as far as living life's moments to not spend time and precious moments of my life watching television because one day i don't want to be anyplace thinking about the few years i have left to live and reflecting on old episodes of whatever the highest rated show that were

 

i love seeing dust on the steps or bits of crumb on my dining table

 

it is all a silent statement to me from myself that no other person would understand but i know that life is more relaxing to me now that i am not always picking up or cleaning so that i can feel as if the day is done and everything is in it's place

 

people have comfort zones and i am finding my own after never really stopping to think that maybe i don't have to be so seriously organized every waking moment of every day

 

there have been so many times i'd sit somewhere while waiting actually thinking i wasn't in the mood to go home and clean the kitchen or bedroom but i had to go do it so that i could rest assured in my head that everything was done wishing i could let it go

 

now i am to that point in life and i wonder about all the other things that are so easy to get over and get past if you just decide to get over and past them

 

here at my desk i see this incredible mess but i don't care to clean it up and organize

 

there is a basket on the floor by my desk that i put everything that needs filed or shredded or needs further attention and the things in it go back as far as months

 

i love the basket

 

it just goes to show...