The story of my life.
It seems I’ve lived with them for an eternity.
School papers, ministry details, family matters. Piles everywhere.
Are they a metaphor for a busy mind?
My busy mind?
Are they creativity, genius, and unlimited opportunities?
Or are my piles chaos, paralysis, and missed chances?
A little of both, but more often the latter.
At my age, should I just give up and embrace my piles?
One of my favorite fake Einstein quotes says,
“If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, what is an empty desk a sign of?”
I don’t know, but I pine for an empty desk.
Maybe I even long for an occasionally empty mind.
Today is my last day of summer.
I love the fresh start of a new school year.
The piles get filed.
Hope is reborn.
How long will it last?
Not long enough, I’m afraid.