So this is where I start… It’s time to admit that I’m a complete disaster. I’ve always known it, of course, but I’ve always hidden it. I live in dread of the times that someone comes by to visit. I don’t welcome guests into my home. I would love to, don’t get me wrong. I have always wanted a social house where people are always welcome and the door is always open, ,but I simply can’t do that. I’m ashamed of my home. I feel it reflects my absolute failure at keeping my house even vaguely neat or organized.
Well, this is it. I’m throwing off the veil with hopes that it will help motivate me to get things done. I hope that my struggle and hopefully my success will encourage and motivate other closet disasters to find their way out of their chaos as well.
This isn’t the first time I’ve made the ‘decision’ to get myself organized and clean up my mess. I’ve tried and failed many times, but I’ve always done it the same way. I get myself energized with as much coffee as I can, plunge in, and go mad for a few hours sorting, organizing, and purging. These bouts of energetic zeal do bear fruit, but the fruit is always small, often sour, and never ever grows into a full sustainable juicy crop. I’ve never been able to maintain a tidy spot, let alone a tidy house.
I’m trying a new concept now. I invite all of you into my home to hold me accountable. I hope to build a support network for myself and for others like me.
Let’s do this!! No more excuses. It’s time to face the mosters that are keeping us in our chronic state of chaos.
Here is the result of a couple of hours of work… Looks pretty good, if that is all you can see. When we back up and look at the whole picture however, we see a different story…
This is how we fool ourselves. I’m not trying to say that I didn’t work hard. I did. I also am proud of what I’ve done. In the past though, I would have just kept the close-up view of my desk and patted myself on the back and gone about my regular business.
My plan this time? I can’t stop. I can conratulate myself on a good start, but not on a job well done. The job is far from done, and I need to acknowledge that.