I need motivation. I need… I’m not sure what I need.
I have this room, you see. And in it are most of my worldly possessions. My bedroom furniture, clothing, computer(s) and pretty much everything that doesn’t stay at my office. Except for the stuff in the attic. And yet, despite my best efforts, things keep accumulating and I have gotten to the point that it has reached almost the stage of a teenagers room. I’m on terminal overload.
And instead of fixing it – I’m ignoring it. I crawl into bed at night, grab a book on criminal profiling or some other distracting topic, or blog for awhile and pretend the chaos does not exist. This is not a fly-lady sort of 15 minute process. It is more like a version of Hoarders that is going to require a dump truck. Well, that’s not actually possible, but it feels that way.
All I need are a few sets of fresh eyes and ideas. I wonder who I can get? Not my kid who is a spacial genius and wunderkind with organization. She’s off the grid for the next six months recovering from “falling down a mountain” and getting her body pinned back together. Not my friend JP, who is getting ready to move to NH. I can’t afford to pay a real organizer. They’re great, but expensive.
Oh, what the heck, I’m going to walk the dog. Maybe the elven folks will figure out what to do while I am gone. And did I mention I also need to rearrange it? And get the AC in the window? And… I’m going to go walk the dog now.