Breathing Room

I have given alot of thought to breathing room lately. Breathing room; the space created that allows us to inhale and exhale with ease. My bookcase had no breathing room at all, poor Anna Karenina was suffocating under her heavy load, she could barely cry for help her mouth dry and cracked under the weight of Carl Jung and his Dreams. So I decided to give them all a little space and am happy to say that a little breathing room has helped us all feel a little more open, a little less caved in. I was drowning underneath my books and disorganization but now I have breathing room. Space to move about as I please. My guilt is no longer consuming me, the inability to find a book no longer unnerves me, I am crawling out from the clutter and into the open air. Anna Karenina is calling.