Too Much to do

Seriously, I was reading my last few posts and it seems as if I have truly been fixated on time. It is rather funny really. I suppose the more you have to do, the less likely it will all get down. I was mentioning to a friend of mine about the onslaught of new magazines purporting to cure the cluttered lives we all live.... all the junk we have accumulated and have no where to put....every room in our house full of their respective piles. I discovered yet a new organizational type magazine and being the complete sucker I am, I bought it. It is funny, I buy these things hoping that they will magically transform my chaotic existence. For the record, they add to those ever lovin' piles that keep growing (only now, I have a nifty curtain made from linen napkins, duct tape and some chewing gum (in true DIY style) to hide behind out of sight and out of mind). I started thinking about my day planner and how chock full each day seems to be and how I insist on cramming more into it. The days fly by and well, I scarce remember anything of real merit that I have finished. It always seems that I dwell on all the undone things that I have to carry over to the next page of the calendar. While I was marinating on this a bit, my son pointed out this lovely snail on the driveway. How magnificent it really is to have a specific path set out, a point a to point b and the determination to finish it out. I thought about the saying, "A snail's pace" and how it can be sometimes interpreted as negative. At that very moment, I saw it as a wonderfully positive saying.