The idea that we are all doing too much is not new, but it seems a hard one to learn and hang on to.  I take pride sometimes in how impossibly busy my life is, but it’s wrong to leave no breathing room.  I need to stop feeling so overwhelmed, stop saying yes to every obligation that comes my way, stop letting life sweep me along, and start making the choice to stop.

I’ve never been an organized person.  I grew up in a chaotic environment, with two intelligent, educated parents.  The posters and signs that insisted clutter is a sign of creativity and productivity, I internalized the idea that it’s ok to be a mess.  But the older I get, the less I can handle anything out of place.  I think I’m starting to embrace my neurosis.  OCD is actually in fashion now.

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