I can only see a couple of patches of blank desk bigger than 2 inches square. I had to step over a pile of dirty clothing and jumble of shoes to hang up the clean laundry. Paperwork? HA! in piles beside the desk, on the bedroom floor (!) and stuck random places. The bathroom stinks. Literally. Let’s not even trespass in the sewing area or the yarn tribbles. This is getting hoarding-scary, peoples.
My life has not been functioning well.
I have so very many good things, creative and potentially amazing things to accomplish but I am stuck in fear and guilt over STUFF. And time. Like how to manage it properly.
I can use rightful excuses like my mother and the family dog have terminal cancer and therefore need care and household maintenance. How can I flow with that if I can’t properly walk across the bedroom?
To use a common phrase, “I GOT this!” Neatness is not beyond me. Orderly behavior is achievable. I am a smart woman. This CAN be done.
Anyone want to join me? We can hold each others’ hands virtually through the pain and triumph.
Each day I will tackle a room or segment of clutter. The bedroom is already under progress but it will take more than today to get it in shape.
Some ladies take pictures of their before/after living rooms or bookshelves. To be honest, I am really ashamed of the “before” in most cases. Much of the pre-existing clutter of our living space and my sewing work area is my parents. I can deal with my schtuff and leave theirs alone for now.
Tactics: Fly Lady time scheduling of 15 minute bouts. Rest and repeat until the space conforms to your ideal.
Let’s do it, ladies!