it’s ok to let it go. i tell myself that, and still the piles that threaten to eat me in my sleep, haunt my dreams. the towering collections of things-that-must-be-organized hover everywhere i turn, and the things-that-must-be-found-to-organize-them list grows…
she sat on my bed, musing about the state of her own heart, after a hard talk with a brother about life choices and tender hearts and fighting rebellion within oneself. “how do I get past being obedient just…
i’ve got a pinterest board called “plan ahead to be a happy girl.” it’s chock full of tips and printables, links to calendars and cleaning/organizing/superwoman helpful hints. every time i grab a link from some wondrous site on the…