The bananas on the counter are molding,
and I haven't even touched the berries I bought last week.
Unopened mail sits for weeks,
and laundry builds until it overflows in my closet.
Dishes pile high in the sink, untouched,
while dust settles on all the shelves.
I feel the weight of undone tasks
and heavy emotions all around.
But amidst the clutter and the chaos,
there's a flicker of light.
A moment to breathe, to find some solace in the storm.
In the quiet corners of my cluttered mind,
I find peace in the rhythm of my own pace.
Progress is not always measured in motion;
sometimes it is just the acceptance of what is.
So I'll let the fruit mold but prevent the
laundry from overflowing.
In these overwhelming moments,
I learn the importance of letting go.
To embrace and love the unfinished,
as reminders of self-kindness and grace.
I discover a strange peace in the undone tasks,
a surrender to the endless flow of time.
In these moments,
I find the beauty of simply existing.
