simplelife

Writing keeps writers alive. During pressured seasons, when event planning, studies, and personal obligations collide, words help me survive. I hear my internal voice composing sentences and paragraphs constantly, the words spilling and editing from incoherent thought to potential pages. It's not like I have time to write most of it down. In fact, once focused and designed, many of the articles and lists disappear, peacefully fading unwritten into "already discussed" archives of my mind. Some of the best word combinations provide writers with great personal pleasure, easing the stress of jumbled ideas and creativity that have no other outlet. Articulating what is wrong with the arrangement of spaces, how tasks could better be accomplished, or how processes could be streamlined may not make a different externally. But working out potential improvements and exploring possibilities brings great satisfaction, even when circumstances cannot be changed. Once in a while, words ...

Seems every time the house settles down a bit, things move around again. A young student is moving into one of our guest rooms for the fall. The room was formerly Jeremy's, then Timothy's, then Jono's. Last week, I moved out two packed bookshelves of theology/ missions texts. Jono cleared the closet of Robotics, Legos, a toy mandolin, old computer games, white shirts and suits, and - miscellanea (even more random stuff). We vacuumed, dusted, and moved in a new storage unit. Her room is ready, but the hall is still cluttered. My office is almost sorted, but our bedroom looks like a storm hit. Magazines wait the mad tearing out of interesting articles and photos before they're discarded. After work tomorrow, I'll be tackling the last few projects. Then things will settle again in the new space.