I’m still in my workout gear from this morning, but I’ve made a utensil holder for my bright silicone tools, and I re-organized my dish cupboard and purged some mugs.
I also kept sitting down to do things and then realized that I forgot something, so, I’m probably moving at a solid six right now. Maybe seven if I get extra credit for creativity with the utensil holder. I used a nut can and some contact paper.
It’s strange, but it’s almost as though all of the stuff just keeps its tendrils wrapped tightly around you, holding you in place. I never expected the purging to be so freeing.
Some people don’t have a close connection to things. I imagine their homes as sleek and clutter-free. Space everywhere.
Probably not my future, but who knows? (I kinda know.)
Still, I think we hesistate to start because we fear the process will be painful or difficult. Which can be said of so many things.
But if I hesitate, I look at my sock drawer, so tidy, nothing invisible, all right there. It’s good to have a little more sock drawer.
Here we are, back at the start. Last week was kind of an emotional doozy for me, but I’m righting the emotional ship, rough seas or no, and onward. And I am also very oddly obsessed with tidying.
Thank you Marie Kondo and thank you “Tidying Up” on Netflix for that.
I mean, I did start my organizational kick weeks ago, and the reality is that having things neat, easy to find and easy to store is its own kind of rewarding.
Is it a means of procrastinating with the writing? Maybe. I ask you this. How can I focus on my words when I know my pajamas could be so much neater?
I’m only human.
The funny things is my past self would have scoffed at my this self for finding this process fun. But here’s a thing in life: sometimes, people just have a way of doing things that resonates with you. The “KonMari Method,” as she calls it, is logical and really cuts to the heart of clutter.
So I’m hooked.
And if you know me and Daily Burn, I really do seem to enjoy my systems.
I guess you’ll find out how it goes on Friday. I hope you have a fabulous week.
Let me start today by saying I had trouble spelling “Wednesday,” so if you had high expectations for today’s post, you should probably dial them back to avoid disappointment.
I got some sleep last night, which is better than the night before, and I woke early this morning to discover I’d left the lights on and the TV entertaining itself. Still groggy, though, but I don’t want to risk more coffee after having so much trouble sleeping on Monday night.
I do learn my lessons, in case you’re wondering.
So it feels like a trudging sort of day, with a sky full of bumpy clouds casting flat light on everything. Outside looks groggy too.
Some days we trudge, some days we soar, some days we fly a little awkwardly like a goose, who still get where they’re going anyway.
I’m hoping for a goose day, but I’m not holding my breath.
If anything, this is showing me I need to be as regimented with my sleep as I am about exercise. It’s as important. Maybe I should work on that, and add it to my #AcccountaClub reports.
So that’s my Wednesday, short on wisdom as promised. And I misspelled Wednesday again.
I was just sitting here, wondering if I should write a new blog post today or just leave my shameless plug for my books up another day, and figured hey, I’m here anyway, I’ve got fingers and a blinking cursor, and I’m pretty sure you can find those links.
I hope all who celebrate Christmas have Christmassed to their hearts’ content, have given and received exactly what was wanted, and are feeling no regret over calories acquired.
And for anyone who finds this time of year difficult, at least that’s another one down, you made it, you’re here and that’s something.
The new year is looming, less than a week left, and that’s a tough thing to believe. It’s been a long one and a quick one, and here we are, back at the end again.
That clock is relentless. It just doesn’t stop.
I hope you’re having a wonderful week, a quieter week if at all possible, a chance to catch your breath and maybe just binge some TV.
If you haven’t watched “The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel” on Amazon yet, trust me on this one. It’s divine.
Given it’s Christmas Eve day (weird collection of words we’re used to) it’s not much of a Monday. People are busy and hurrying and readying and cooking, or, if outside the thrum of it, observing the scurry.
It’s not even close to a white Christmas here in Chicago this year. Lots of brown grass and empty trees, but at night the lights are lovely.
It’s far from night now, though, with a broad, clear sky, not even the memory of clouds. It doesn’t look cold, which is no guide here in the winter.
Whether you celebrate Christmas or don’t celebrate Christmas, I wish you joy and peace, health and stability.
I hope you enjoy all of the holidays, whatever form they take.