Do you sometimes get the sense that no matter what you do, the normal state of things is really chaos and disorder?

I have heaps of work leave so on days when my boss is away and when there are no deadlines or pressing work stuff, I would take the day off in order to ‘put things in order’ as I would describe it. For me, relaxation and a calm mental state is not possible when your side-table is dusty, there is a pile of unsorted laundry, or there are no meals set for the last two days of the working week.

But even as i get everything done, there is always that feeling of undoing- everything would be undone again later, tomorrow or in two days. And what if you were sick and physically unable to maintain it? Who would do it? How would you do it?

It seems that no matter how good and efficient you are, you can’t win against time. Against disorder. Against death and decay.

But oh well! That's life. There’s also comfort in the thought that I have no plans of stopping, no plans of not trying. Just give me a minute will you, to catch my breath and I’ll get onto it…

The List of Things To Do:

1. Proper gardening

2. Studying Google Analytics

3. Read four books by the end of 2020

4. Bake a complicated cake

5. Gym and general bodywork

6. Write a new short story before the end of the year

7. sort my mountain of clothes

8. finish one proper artwork

9. make a complicated dish

10. write a letter and post it