Do you ever have those days when you think you have it together?

Like you’ve planned out your outfit and exactly what you’re going to do?

And then you realise that you don’t have any clothes cause despite having put clothes in the washing machine you haven’t actually turned it on in weeks?

And you think to yourself, why the fuck is it so difficult for you to complete a simple task?

You think…I can do this.

It’s easy.

You go back to the machine, cause at this point you’ve walked away.

You approach it.

*SIGH*

It’s okay.

It’s a simple task.

You take a quick glance at the basket.

It’s piled high with clothes.

Not literally.

It should be though…

With the amount on the chair in your room.

You’re practically drowning in dirty clothes.

You only need to wash them and sort them.

It’s a simple task.

Just wash them and sort them.

Sort them into separate piles.

Keep and pass on.

It’s not that hard.

Just get it done.

It’s a simple task.

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I dunno if this is a poem or what but I wrote it the other day when I was feeling especially stressed out. Since then, I’ve done some of my washing…..mostly pants-but it still feels like I’ve got a mountain to conquer. And conquer, I will. Hopefully.

I hope y’all are having a wonderful worry-free Tuesday! 😊