August, a forgotten poem from the archives

Aug 5

I cannot believe it's already August?! I have such a serendipitous story for you...

One thing about me is that I can become so hyper-organized that it actually creates more disorganization...stay with me...

I feel very confident in my ability to develop efficient systems to manage my life: my physical library organization, document storage, my diary entries, Pinterest boards, boring finances, etc.

Where I struggle is my ability to maintain those systems - I'm CONSTANTLY looking for ways to "be better", "achieve more", make my life organization so easy for myself that it becomes passive. intrinsic.

In my search for the purest form of ease, I am not only looking for the changes to make, but abruptly putting those changes into action. I disrupt any semblance of routine with endorphin-drunken abandon. After I've "implemented 5 new efficiencies" within a matter of 2 weeks on how best to organize my photo albums, I've exhausted all energy to actually just do...anything. Probably in my luteal phase...

SO - I was cleaning house on my iCloud docs last week (August 1st to be exact) and came across some forgotten poetry I wrote 3 years ago...at the beginning of August!!! What are the chances I rediscover my own vintage poetry on the nearly 3 year anniversary.

I typically hate to go back and reread my old poems. They tend give me the ick because I was in such a different headspace even 2 years ago. But some of them I still love and want to share with you guys!

Here is one of my forgotten poems from the archives.