One would think that I jump into day one with vigor and enthusiasm. Well, not really. I think I am a little scared of the task I put in front of myself. Not terrified, but a little, hm, shocked by my own courage. I've decided to make it a regular Monday. Start with the normal stuff, get rid of the weekend, get the 5+ loads of laundry going. And find a place to start. I think I will start in the little hall behind the front door. It should be a matter of minutes and then I will be able to cross of the first room, with out having had much to do.
10 minutes after I wrote this I found myself cleaning out the girls' bedroom. What is wrong with me? Is there something wrong with my? Is my subconscious sabotaging me, or does it simply have a better plan? I think I will trust my gut on this one and just simply clean "by instinct".
Well. My instinct then brought me to the kitchen. I think I really need to be a little more organized with this. If I invest 4 hours a day into cleaning and organizing, they better be well spent!
surface of the day: girls wardrobe top
7 a day: kid's art
Realizing I was a hoarder was both a shock and a relief. A shock, because nobody wants to have a mental disorder. A relief, because my situation finally had a name. I found people who could relate. Knowing the problem helps solving it. I can step aside and look at the situation from a more neutral point of view. Why am I blogging about it? 2 reasons. 1. Putting my thoughts into words helps me think more clearly. 2. If this helps just one, who is like me, see the light it was more than worth it!
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