My quest to “get organized” yesterday only succeeded in making me more restless. Too many possibilities, with the only deadline my own anxiety. Many creative projects… but I need audiences to cheer me. Many sales projects… but I need buyers to motivate me.
We wound up pulling out drawers full of 19th c. photos by Rochester photographers. Most of the photos are unlabeled generic “ancesters” — too bad. We wonder who would appreciate having these in their archives. The public library? Or maybe I’ll just stuff them back for another day.
Think I’ll go for a walk.