Clutter

My mind is in a thousand places. Like a thousand post-it notes, covering my brain. So much to do, to plan, to worry about, to consider and remember.
I need a mental enema. Take all those notes and burn them, so I can be free again!...
...or is this what life is supposed to be?
A constant struggle between wanting to be free and the sad truth that when we do, we are dead.

So, I guess I am alive then...that makes me feel better...