There are 50 books on my goodreads "to-read" list. My to-do list is several pages long and the basket with crafting projects is overflowing. My nightstand has all but disappeared below books waiting for my time. Every time I look at there is this moment of guilt, the twinge of "I should". Even plans and dreams create their own urgency, take up their space and clutter up the mind.
When I get home it is time for a spring clean, to pare down what is not needed and not loved. It is time to take room from guilt and give it to joy.