It's ending

Here I am and nearing the end of the month. Packing is the worst task ever.  Time is racing faster and faster I've barely found time to breathe. I always day dream about the day when my life will slow down and everything has fallen into place on it's own. I always wonder if, by then, will I be so glossed over by my life currently being so busy and crazy that once it all slows down will I not want it that way any more? Fickle.