What’s your #1 priority tomorrow?
Tomorrow I’ll weave the threads I’ve dropped,
untangle the lists where the hours have stopped.
The papers that whisper, the inbox that sings,
I’ll gather them gently, like birds on their wings.
No longer delayed in the corners of time,
I’ll set every task in its proper rhyme.
With pen as my compass, with order my art,
I’ll lighten the weight that has pressed on my heart.
And when the last duty is folded away,
tomorrow will bloom into rest’s bright day.
For the work once postponed becomes finally done, and I’ll stand in the glow of a task well-won.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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