I've spent the first part of this week knee deep in junk. I'm in organization mode, as I began 2018 with a new planner, and, better yet, a new plan for achieving my resolutions, or goals, or whatever else you want to call them.
While I started out using my planner to add much needed structure to my days, I realized that having my thrifted inventory, and crafty supplies all discombobulated and looking like I had possibly just been ransacked was stressing me out.
Big time.
I guess I could say that I was creating stress while trying to create.
So, this week's goals are to completely organize my storage in the garage, and my workroom. I've got the garage about 85% complete and I cannot tell you how good it makes me feel. Today I am working on my workspace, and I imagine there will be a trip to the Salvation Army involved, as I am using tough love to scale back on some of the.....ehem...craft supplies I bought at various points in time, planning to create something or other that later seemed like a less-than-fabulous idea.
I was telling a good friend last Saturday night that I have a secret fear that I will die and my kids will have to go through my workroom, and when they do, there will be constant mutterings of "Oh my Gawd! I just found another locker basket full of those little feathered doves..or parakeets, or pigeons, or whatever the heck they are! What on earth do you think she thought she was going to make with those?!"
We both laughed, but it's a real fear, and those little birds are most likely absolutely going to a find a new forever home at the thrift store, after which I will bet money that I sleep better at night. (Don't ask why I ever bought all of those little white birdies, because I don't really remember. Just know that it seemed like a brilliant idea at the time, and I think they may have multiplied since I bought the first ones.)
The thing I have learned so far this year, since beginning to use my planner, is that order brings peace. You can do more when you have less. Purging with a tough love attitude actually is empowering.
I have this feeling inside me that this is not a stage (like how we all had to have bread makers in the mid-nineties.) but a gentle shift in my life, and it's gonna be good.