Frustrated No Longer

I set the timer for fifteen minutes.

Surely in fifteen minutes, I thought, I can make a difference in this room.

The room was mine. The mess was an assortment of laundry, books, accumulated junk, out-of-season kids’ clothes, and random bits.

I knew there was no way I was going to finish cleaning the room in fifteen minutes, or even that day, but I had to make a start.