I look like a lion today. My hair is tangled and between states, an unruly blue mane framing my face.
It looks the way I feel.
I have started packing today, a little, shoveling my mountain of books into labeled cardboard boxes; surprised at how little space they take up that way. Peaks and valleys contour the floor of my bedroom in the form of bulk rate mail, overdue library books, and unwashed laundry. I am making a little space in preparation to iron out the untidy landscape, before folding it away into even more cardboard boxes.
The process will be slow, and I don't mind at all.