Good Grief 15

Sorting. I looked around and realised I'm living in chaos ... a bit of a pigsty. I don't really care, never have been the neatest. The process of sorting is physical as well as emotional of course. This is one of numerous 'stages' that I have been through. There has been a seemingly endless ongoing sorting of one sort or another, and it goes on. This is a funny bit, I've come to a bit of a halt, partly because work has been consuming, but also because of a feeling of a prescient 'weirdness'. I suspect there is good reason and like all things it will pass and move on to something else in the constant unfolding of the unknown and uncertain journey that I am on ... Thinking of putting a bad review on TripAdviser.