clothes heap to thought pile

Sometimes trying to blog is like the feeling I got as a child when I was told to clean my room after I hadn't done so in over a month....  overwhelming to it's maximum potential.  Where the hell do I start!  There are so many things I want to say, that I can't find where to begin.  So like the clothes in my cluttered childhood room, my thoughts will remain jumbled in a heap, pushed aside to a corner, leaving a path for all the other brain waves to come through, until later when I get to it.  That's just how I roll.