David Wylie

There is something cleansing about getting organized.

I can go lengths of time where papers just accumulate. Many are unimportant, but others are things overlooked. Like tonight, I found a parking ticket from a recent visit to Trail.

Now I have all my important priorities stuffed into a very important looking beige leather folder; its fate is likely to be shoved in a shoulder bag and forgotten for another few weeks under the fog of work.

One step forward, two steps back, it seems we never get ahead in the onslaught of adulthood and responsibility.

Onward we go.