dickiev

Why does it feel like I'm never, ever going to catch up. Either I'm overwhelmed by what I feel needs to be done, or I ignore it and feel guilty, thus not enjoying the rest of my life. I'm not talking saving the world, more like cleaning my garage! I guess it's really not that important, and if it bothered me enough I would do something about it. Part of it is just accepting that the person I live with is a pack rat. I on the other hand like simplicity and emptiness, and throwing or giving shit away!