Stand alone bookshelves can be inspiring

As I sit in Barista, contemplating what to write, all I can think about is rearranging! Is the cliche Spring Cleaning truth? For me it is right now. The sun was finally out this morning and the trees are blooming beautifully! I mean, shit, come on. It's April 28th, about time right! I threw on my J.Crew shorts and Vneck and headed to my spot in the Pearl. However, this sun has now motivated me to clean! To throw away excess. Throw away things stored up from the winter. Paper, boxes, clothes, cards,...even dishes:) It's time to get rid of it and Spring forward! Time to rearrange the furniture. Time to spit shine the floors, time to change, again. An endless cycle right? Change is innevitable, but stability is desired, right? Routines are important but lack excitement. Cleaning is a pain, a chore, a bore, but is all that I can think about doing on this beautiful day? What, why? The sun is out, I should want to go for a run, head to the course, walk amongst the city, shouldn't I? Nope! I want to evolve, I want to deck out my studio with screwed in stand alone bookshelves in my wall. I want to throw my desk away and find a new one! I want to buy a gathering table and get my dishes clean so that I feel new. New weather breathes new beginning. But shouldn't ever day breathe this into us? Isn't every day new. I mean we have structured our lives into 24hr intervals. When did that start? Do we truly view as life starting over every day? We can't stop time obviously. Change is the only constant! Correct? Yes. Then why if change is the only constant in our world, we have such a hard time in believing that every day is new. A new opportunity to accomplish. A new opportunity to change something current you're not fond of. A new opportunity to make yourself the best breakfast you've ever tasted. A new opportunity to give to someone something needed. A new opportunity to pursure your bliss. A new opportunity to dream a new goal, a new thought, a new friend, a new adventure. Why if time is innevitably continuous, it never stands still, and definetely never goes backward, is it so hard for us to eb and flow forward with it. Maybe it's just me, but often I wait for time to pass so the next thing comes, rather then create that thing in the present time. Thus, as I sit and finish my Italiano, I am gonna move my ass from this beautiful wood bench and rearrange my life...or at least my studio apartment!