There seems to be an art to not taking life seriously. Or at least not taking it too seriously and letting it overrun you. And it seems that this goes back and links to the idea of, or the need to if you like, being too busy.
Today was not a very good day. Or rather, it was a good and productive day, I just didn’t make it to work. Being “confined” at home meant I had some time to take care of things, and then read all those posts, websites, articles that I have been saving over the past weeks. And I came to the realisation that there is just too much clutter around.