Of course, I should really be packing,

Instead, I'm being inspired. I've loved this poet for a long time, mostly because at some point I stumbled across her piece "Sorting Laundry" which can be found here (which you should really read) along with a few other of her works. She has a very quiet style, a peaceful sort of wisdom that I really can't relate to, but feel like I can certainly learn from.
Enjoy.

From Insomnia Cantatas
by Elisavietta Ritchie

"Simply: I did not write

all day—
no, many days when barren pages
heap like futile clouds or arctic snows,

and wasted brilliance flows—
snowflakes melting into rain—and I must hide my rage
as unused hours swirl down the drain, away

and gone—
Such nights I wake at four
or barely sleep at all."