Productivity!
I was finally able to channel my crazy brain activity into actual movement. I CLEANED MY ROOM. Well, I'm mostly done. I've run out of garbage bags for the moment, and I still have to organize and stuff, but, PROGRESS! DEFINITE PROGRESS! FLOOR SPACE! (Though, naturally, the next trash day is Monday, so these bags have to wait either upstairs or in the garage for the next 3 days.)
Here's the deal: when I get depressed/anxious/moody at all (which means, almost all the time) I don't clean. What I mean by this is that I don't maintain a clean space in my room. I generally try to clean up after myself when in the kitchen. It's just my bedroom that suffers. This time, it's been MONTHS since I cleaned last. I always have good intentions... "I will keep to one tiny bag and empty it every trash day," etc., but it never really works. My trash can starts to overflow and I just give up. A mound of trash and miscellany end up in a pile next to the bed. Most of it is kleenex, but there are a lot of plates and bowls, too. I have about a 5'x7' space between my bed, wall, and door. This was filled with trash about 2 ft high. Really bad, I know. I've used 4 30 gallon black trash bags so far. I'll probably need at least one or two more to complete the job. (I think my hoarding tendency - which is what this is - is part of the reason my ex broke up with me. She was a neatnick, and I'm clearly not. Though, to be fair, she KNEW before I moved in with her that I had this tendency, though I vowed to fight it and did very well for a time.)
I am taking a break for the moment, because I'm tired and out of trash bags. I need to clean just a little bit more, and then I can do stuff like organize my books, bring up my paint supplies, etc. I'm excited that I will have a space to paint in my room instead of having to go downstairs.
Craig is in my icon, waiting for the rains, like I am. My previous posts did end up jinxing the rain, and it fizzled out a few miles north of me. So we still haven't gotten any precipitation, while places east and south are flooding. DAMMIT. I did, however, make sure that Mom's windows were closed when I got home from my Sonic run (I caved and went to get a breakfast burrito and coke). I keep telling her that she needs to wash her car... that ALWAYS does it. Like not having an umbrella.
Here's the deal: when I get depressed/anxious/moody at all (which means, almost all the time) I don't clean. What I mean by this is that I don't maintain a clean space in my room. I generally try to clean up after myself when in the kitchen. It's just my bedroom that suffers. This time, it's been MONTHS since I cleaned last. I always have good intentions... "I will keep to one tiny bag and empty it every trash day," etc., but it never really works. My trash can starts to overflow and I just give up. A mound of trash and miscellany end up in a pile next to the bed. Most of it is kleenex, but there are a lot of plates and bowls, too. I have about a 5'x7' space between my bed, wall, and door. This was filled with trash about 2 ft high. Really bad, I know. I've used 4 30 gallon black trash bags so far. I'll probably need at least one or two more to complete the job. (I think my hoarding tendency - which is what this is - is part of the reason my ex broke up with me. She was a neatnick, and I'm clearly not. Though, to be fair, she KNEW before I moved in with her that I had this tendency, though I vowed to fight it and did very well for a time.)
I am taking a break for the moment, because I'm tired and out of trash bags. I need to clean just a little bit more, and then I can do stuff like organize my books, bring up my paint supplies, etc. I'm excited that I will have a space to paint in my room instead of having to go downstairs.
Craig is in my icon, waiting for the rains, like I am. My previous posts did end up jinxing the rain, and it fizzled out a few miles north of me. So we still haven't gotten any precipitation, while places east and south are flooding. DAMMIT. I did, however, make sure that Mom's windows were closed when I got home from my Sonic run (I caved and went to get a breakfast burrito and coke). I keep telling her that she needs to wash her car... that ALWAYS does it. Like not having an umbrella.