Today I got side tracked running errands. I helped friends pick up some furniture (their car is too small), got some organizing equipment as I was at IKEA already (wanted to get the stuff for a week but never made it). Before I left for that, I more or less spent the morning reading. I caught a nasty cold and I wasn't in the mood to fight it today. Having to go to 2 more stores that were completely crowded, just like IKEA was, I was pretty wasted by the time I was back. James had a project he wanted to finish so I was in charge of the kids.
You probably saw this one coming. I haven't done a thing today. Except maybe mess up the kitchen. Ah well, I am rather relaxed about my project at the moment. I realized that I will not have failed if I don't finish. Every little bit I do takes me closer to being organized and ready to tackle the attic.
Come to think of it. I did organize one shelf and threw out a few things. Little things, count, too.
surface of the day: top of a book shelf
7 a day: 4 broken planters, a light fixture, more acrylic paint
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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