Spent a great deal of time getting my life back in order today. Writing things on my mirror in dry-erase marker, replacing broken or worn out stuff, planning for upcoming projects, cleaning around the castle, and on and on…
It’s funny to me…when I was a kid I hated things being clean or being in any sense of order. To an extent I still love and do well in chaos, but I’ve noticed a change over the years towards a more “civilized” way of being. Now, I can bet my life on the fact that within a day of posting this I will get a call from my mother saying “oh really…it’s about time.”
She might wait a day just to prove me wrong…but still.
I concede, I have become a relatively clean and organized man…despite my lifelong efforts to avoid that very thing.
See you tomorrow,