It's only hard until it's done.

When my mind thinks, it thinks and my thoughts are like a cyclone going through me. When planning on what I am going to do, I think about the possibilities and the long winded process behind it. I rush through things, this causes panic and I want to see the end result, the finished product instead of enjoying the process. Once done, I feel relief but also grief that I didn't enjoy the process.

Life is in steps, steps are meant to be taken, steps were built to take one at a time, if we take too big a step, we fall over.

Life is a process of the good, the bad and the ugly.

I THINK A MESSY ROOM IS PROOF ENOUGH OF CLEANING IT AND THAT IS ONLY HARD UNTIL IT'S DONE... I MUST GET ON TO MINE.