Lately my life has been a barely organized state of chaos.

It’s easy to blame the disarray on family life – it certainly doesn’t make it easy – though it seems as though there are plenty in similar situations who have their act together.

Or perhaps I’m being fooled by what I think I see in others.

Nevertheless, I hate being like this.

Why can’t I gain some semblance of an organized life? Am I afraid that routine would eat away at what I perceive is my creative core? Would organization free me from this cage (as I have been told), or will it only make every day exactly the same?

I really need to find a solution to this. It’s really starting to get to me.