Sometimes I feel like my life is pulled along by clock ticks and the flutter of to-do lists found floating alongside the used tissues and old sticks of gum inside my purse.
I find myself feeling frustrated and angry at helpless bystanders (a.k.a. family members and dog).
Today I just stopped being angry and accepted the responsibility. I went to the store. I folded 345 white tube socks. I cooked two meals. I burned one meal. We ate it anyway. I cleaned up the dishes.
And here I am at the end of the day. Happy. Relaxed. Organized.
Maybe clocks and lists are not so bad after all.
(These photos are from a quilt I completed a few years ago called, "It's Not What I Expected.")