because I love blurry pictures

I have always been a list keeper but for the last months my lists have been long. So long that they don't fit in my agenda anymore.   The lists are everywhere - on small papers, long papers, papers in the car, papers in a notebook in my purse, papers in drawers...  Lists that get done but everything seems a bit blurry because I have so much to do.
It feels like I have two lives.  My work life where I have to get tons of work done and my life at home where I play with the boys. Two totally different beats.
And in between, there is a blur.  I can't say that I don't like the blur...
The colours of the blur are significant too : I feel there is a fire in me.  I am producing so much and yet I don't feel tired...I love what I am doing...
And yet, I want things to get back to normal again.  I want to spend time with M, I want to spend time with my friends, I want to read books, I want to watch TV, I want to walk....

I want, I want, I want...that's my story.... Once the books will be written and I will have spent a few months "relaxing" the fire will come again...That's how I am. Le cyle de la créativité c'est ça : de l'étincelle à la mort. De la mort, à l'étincelle.