The Look of Reality

Life takes time.

In my head there are piles and piles of infinite tasks that I believe can be accomplished all by me.

They can’t.

So I much choose, which is hard, because there is so much good.

So much.

I can’t do it all, though I try.

Reality looks like people and paperwork and planning and projects and perseverance when I want to run and hide.

Thanks for heart-composting with me! I appreciate your words.