Lately, in order to keep from forgetting the things I need to get through my day, I've been making a list of things that need to be loaded in my car before leaving. For the first time ever, I couldn't fit it all in. Between backpack, food, and assignments, I literally ran out of free space in my 80's luxury car.
So, with feet hanging out my window, cramming something else to the roof, a question came to me. If it won't all fit in my car, why is it in my life? Or, why am I trying to fit it all in my life in the first place? Is there a point at which I've packed too much into my day and car at the same time? Have I finally reached beyond what my Chrysler New Yorker, or free time, will tolerate?
I still don't know. But, tomorrow, I'm cleaning out my car just in case.
