Disclaimer: This is a post I wrote last week, before Erik took huge chunks of our hearts with him. I was in a great mood and words came easily. I haven't felt like blogging since, but I saw this and wanted to post it. Life goes on, doesn't it? It has to.
I know I'm not alone, but it sure is nice to see confirmation that there are others out there struggling with the same serious, debilitating issues as I am on a daily basis.
The problem is 'zoning' or becoming too focused on one thing till it takes over and eating up your time and overwhelming your brain.
What I'm trying to say is I have a problem. I look around me and see so many things that need to do be done (or I want to do) that I become paralyzed by the choices. Cause one job isn't just one job. One job is a week of mess and hard work.
I read Donna's post on Funky Junk today and she has the same problem. Turning "10 minute tidy job into a week long event that requires a trip to the dump".
I can relate!
Cleaning up my office isn't just tidying the office. Its starting to pick crap up off the floor and putting it away where it belongs, then putting up shelves so I can store things better, which means cutting wood, painting it, finding brackets, putting them up. It involves buying cheap boxes and spray paint to paint them all white so they match, which means a couple of days of layers of paint, then labelling them and finally filling them with stuff and putting them on the shelves. It means filing all the paperwork I picked up off stacks on the floor. Picking up and sorting all my fabrics into stacks according to use, colour, whether I'm likely to use them or not. It involves filling bags with rubbish and boxes with stuff that needs to be elsewhere - some of it needs to be photographed and listed for sale on Facebook or ebay, some of it needs to be scattered around the place in better spots.
Needless to say, cleaning up the office has been a week long job and is still not finished.
The grooming room? Well, that's on the home stretch now. The main stuff is all done, Its usable but there are still things to do... and will always be things to do cause I know myself.
But an offshoot of doing the grooming room (and moving into it) is the old grooming room - now crying out for help. I go in there and am instantly overywhelmed by the piles of boxes and drifts of dust, dead bugs and dog hair which have accumulated in corners over the last 7 years. Aided by the ripped bag of dog clippings. Thanks poodles.
And the workshop? sigh. Remember the garage sale that never was? All the preparation that went into that... locating everything I wanted to sell and moving it into the workshop for easy access...
Well, most of that is still there!
I can't work in the workshop cause, well, its full of stuff I need to get rid of.
When I want something, like a screw driver or my circular saw, I have to step over power tools, squeeze around chairs, lean over frames and, oh no... its not there! Look on the bench, under the boxes and drop sheets, oh, there's my hammer. I've been looking for that for 3 days!
PS. Have you seen my circular saw?