I've not written a lick about cleaning up any aspect of my life in a while.
My taxes this year sit undone after filing an extension. My house is filled with packed boxes from a move. My list of things I "need to do" is larger than the list of things I've done by so much I can't even fathom the tasks at hand. People have shot horses that are in the kind of shape that I'm in.
To wrap is all up, I work more now than I ever have - Somewhere near 16 hours a day every single day of the work week and a good 6 hours a day on the weekends.
While on the first real day off I've taken in months, this weekend I read a blurb about quests:
"It is not a quest if it does not take your life to accomplish."
It was then that I realized that my quest to simplify my life is over and a new one had taken it's place.
Work is taking my life.
Work must apparently be my quest.
This is pretty effed up.