Taking a break from my weekly house cleaning. Weekly house cleaning? Who am I trying to kid? This isn't cleaning it is merely scraping the surface of the house once again. That's all I do, just scrape the surface. As I look around at all of the clutter that I don't deal with it makes me wonder just how much of one's own life is reflected by how they go about this cleaning ritual. That's a very scary thought. If that is the case then it would appear as though my entire life has been one big clutter ----! Yes, the blank is exactly four letters long! Why don't I clean this clutter? Is it because if I start one thing it leads to the next and the next and the next and would never end? Hmmm, possibly. Maybe the clutter has just grown on me. If it weren't here then maybe I would feel naked. No, it would probably feel good. It's just too big a job. I have never been good at finishing things, especially when it brings on the sensation of being overwhelmed. It's just easier to let it go. Don't I like the feeling of accomplishment? Maybe it just isn't important to me. Oh well, back to scraping the surface! Maybe another day, not this one.