Chaos.

The chaos all around, books and papers scattered in the room, noises children playing and later crying, heat and power failure, unfinished tasks and fractured relationships it seems that equilibrium is lost and I need to regain the sangfroid earnestly. How should I begun. Writing about all the mess around is the first step to bring my concentration back to the most important tasks needed to be done. Not many weeks ago I had written that I have found balance and poise but it all slipped way. Why did it happen and why did I let it happen? A small misstep and then not checking it in time lead to the astray. I have to pull it back, my inner calm.