Maybe if I can keep my office clean, I’ll feel less crazy. Maybe if I can stick to some sort of meal planning type thing. Maybe then. Maybe if I could just get a higher desk chair. Maybe if my dog would quick sleeping on the Christmas tree skirt, I’d feel less crazy. Maybe if they would just stop telling me they used soap when I know good and well they didn’t. Maybe. Maybe if someone would just fix that
God forsaken darn drippy faucet. Maybe then. Maybe if I had a better vacuum cleaner. Maybe if Mikey didn’t get pee on his sheets every stinking morning of his life…maybe then I’d feel less crazy. Maybe if…
Maybe I just need to loosen up. Somehow.
Maybe I just need to take more time to breathe in the splendor that is my life.
Maybe then I’d feel less crazy.