My life, like everyone else's, is a work in progress. The work, or maybe the progress, can be so hard for me because it is painfully slow. One area that I struggle with, constantly, is my anxiety over having kids visit and not knowing if they'll find any toys to play with. In rereading this to myself, I realize how stupid that sounds- I am a mother of three young children. How could there possibly be a lack of toys? Well, it is not so much that we have no toys, its that they are in a constant state of disarray, as is much of my home, and I'm so afraid that we won't be able to find what the kids are looking for. I don't know. I so desperately want to be organized. I am working on this with a vengeance because I believe that it holds the key to so much of my bewilderment from time to time. I am a better mother and a happier person, in general, when my life seems in order. I know that I cannot control many things happening either to me, or around me, but I can control my environment, in as much as it does not need to be so filled with chaos.

I shall revisit this at another juncture, hopefully with marked improvement and inner-peace.