The daily cycle of life for mothers seems to revolve around tasks that are never really completed. The laundry basket is never empty. Neither is the sink. Lego blocks appear over night, only to be stepped on by a bare footed parent. Instead of following in the footsteps of Sisyphus pushing that rock up a hill forever, I choose to do as much as I can each day and then leave the chaos behind in favor of creating. The coffee house calls my name and an afternoon of writing poems, articles and short stories creates the kind of Zen that vacuuming never will. The laundry will still be there when you get back, but your soul can't wait. Creating is living! Get crackin'!