September 08, 2013 @ 22:51 EDT

One Closet, Clean

My closet has always been a bellweather for my mental state. A perfectly tidy closet is usually an indication that there's something weighing on my mind -- Folding and/or hanging up clothes is one of those mindless tasks I can just zone out doing. Similarly, letting the clean clothes pile up on the floor of my closet is a procrastinative task, a sign that I'm avoiding something deeper.

Tonight, I'm not sure what's on my mind, but the net result is that instead of the better part of five (admittedly tiny) loads of laundry, the sole sign of disarray is a solitary white plastic hanger left as a token protest against order for order's sake.

...now that I've taken care of what needs doing, what wants doing? As always, I seem to lack sufficient imagination to answer that question in any longer-term sense. I only know that I can do more; that I can amount to more -- whatever that actually means.

Fortunately, these days I'm able to channel this drive professionally, and my cats are more than happy to remind me that they are the higher purpose of my life.

Hmm, a drive for selfeless individuality. What's one more paradox?


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