I know it’s not spring. But I want to call this a spring cleaning. A reset of the mind, so to say. What’s a season to me if not just a time frame? A big cleanup can and will always help. Why do you think some people clean when they’re anxious? It helps them think clearer. That’s exactly where I’m at right now—I want to clean so I can think. Odd as that sounds… And I mean everything. The clutter. The unnecessary photos. The notes. Makeup. Shit, even socks! Down to the nitty gritty.
Now that we’re here, might as well say it straight. As an overthinker, I self sabotage quite often. Yes it’s a way of running from the day to day life. A way of procrastinating, if I may. It’s that freeze instinct. Is it an instinct? God forbid I go and do what I should, right? That’s a lengthy list but I become stuck at a certain point. So here I am, spilling my thoughts for whoever will read I guess.
More to come as the word vomit comes up bit by bit.

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