I know all, all, about this, yet you express it succinctly, perfectly.

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This works for me... 

Awesome... ordered chaos... or is it chaotic order... I know the process 

I really like it, you make it look as awesome as it is. Sometimes it's a struggle to get out of bed even.

I recognise this list. Not all of it - but enough ... Particularly the cleaning or indeed any housework.

You may find you have a rhythm, and a personal quota. Work with it, improve it, revel in it. There is no substitute for doing stuff.

I would suggest one bit, though. Make a list of all you have to do, and each day, cross something off that list. You'll always be adding to that list, but if you always try to take something off, it evens out. If you're super-industrious, you may finish it all for a while. If that happens, turn up the tunes and dance around nekkid.

I've thought since the first time I've read this that you've written an innovative poem here. 

There's the old cliche about some actor being able to read the telephone book (...a what...? google it, kids...) and make it compelling. Here you've taken a list and imbued it with deep connection for the reader. We all have these feelings, and you expressed the general unease we have about not doing/being 'enough' to perfection.

I love this poem. Please post more for us.