Closet metaphors...

A gift that keeps giving.

I spend a fair amount of time organising my closet. I like it neat and orderly.

Then I wake up late, have to rush around and the act of pulling a T-shirt can undo then entire organization of said closet.

I often leave everything heaped on the floor, only to come home in the evenings and be confronted with the mess.

My closet, my obsession with keeping it orderly, is a metaphor for my own life.

No matter my concerted efforts to keep it level, it always descends into chaos.