Argh. Life.
Right now, in spite of not working, I am having a hectic time.
I'm questioning and redefining my relationship with Scott to such an extent that I almost wonder if PMS is affecting my level of resolution towards action...and I wonder if I care about if it did or not.
My father and my cousins are tearing the ground like bulls, getting ready for a fight that will officially start on Monday (a cousin-imposed deadline). I've spent the last three-four hours trying to pin down in words what the situation seems to be (it effects my sister and myself, but we're also not directly involved). I'm trying to figure out if there's anything we can do to prevent a new familly rift, or if getting involved would just make it worse. I don't even know if I understand what's going on yet, but I've done the best with the information I've got.
Yesterday and the day before I filed. I filed everything in the kitchen that I'd placed aside for filing (bill receipts, etc). I filed everything in the hall closet, that had stayed there waiting for filing since we moved in here three years ago. I approached a bag of correspondence in the basement, found it full of mildew, and probably accidentally released a bunch of spores in the kitchen while I tried to rebag the mildewy papers in a way that might help prevent it getting worse. I have pulled a different bag from the basement, and inspite of this computery day, I have the living room floor covered with carefully separated piles from that bag; they are to be filed, but I need to create a file for each and I'd gotten pooped by the time I had them separated.
I have a good number more bags to deal with. They aren't all bills--that need to be sorted in order to determine if I can throw them away, and to make sure there isn't a birth certificate or Picasso hidden amongst them--but I'll probably file them anyway, just so they don't have to be in a paper bag in the basement.
And Scott will be over in two hours, so I need to get all that paper off the floor. And I need to get dressed--I got so caught up over here at Lisa's, on the computer, I'm not even dressed.
As for how my Plan is going, it's starting to seem like it's changing. My intention and aspiration is the same--doing art, writing, maybe putting together a website to publicize it and maybe sell it--but I'm anal retentive, and it's so wonderful to be getting my house closer to satisfactory. Looking at it from the perspective of a vague idea of feng shui, this is good. I'm clearing all the blockages I can, and symbolically maybe I'll clear any artist's block.
I'm not happy and carefree...but I at least feel like I've been working towards...something. Hopefully I will continue to be satisfied that my time is being used as well as it can be.
It's hard to please that toughest critic, oneself.
I'm questioning and redefining my relationship with Scott to such an extent that I almost wonder if PMS is affecting my level of resolution towards action...and I wonder if I care about if it did or not.
My father and my cousins are tearing the ground like bulls, getting ready for a fight that will officially start on Monday (a cousin-imposed deadline). I've spent the last three-four hours trying to pin down in words what the situation seems to be (it effects my sister and myself, but we're also not directly involved). I'm trying to figure out if there's anything we can do to prevent a new familly rift, or if getting involved would just make it worse. I don't even know if I understand what's going on yet, but I've done the best with the information I've got.
Yesterday and the day before I filed. I filed everything in the kitchen that I'd placed aside for filing (bill receipts, etc). I filed everything in the hall closet, that had stayed there waiting for filing since we moved in here three years ago. I approached a bag of correspondence in the basement, found it full of mildew, and probably accidentally released a bunch of spores in the kitchen while I tried to rebag the mildewy papers in a way that might help prevent it getting worse. I have pulled a different bag from the basement, and inspite of this computery day, I have the living room floor covered with carefully separated piles from that bag; they are to be filed, but I need to create a file for each and I'd gotten pooped by the time I had them separated.
I have a good number more bags to deal with. They aren't all bills--that need to be sorted in order to determine if I can throw them away, and to make sure there isn't a birth certificate or Picasso hidden amongst them--but I'll probably file them anyway, just so they don't have to be in a paper bag in the basement.
And Scott will be over in two hours, so I need to get all that paper off the floor. And I need to get dressed--I got so caught up over here at Lisa's, on the computer, I'm not even dressed.
As for how my Plan is going, it's starting to seem like it's changing. My intention and aspiration is the same--doing art, writing, maybe putting together a website to publicize it and maybe sell it--but I'm anal retentive, and it's so wonderful to be getting my house closer to satisfactory. Looking at it from the perspective of a vague idea of feng shui, this is good. I'm clearing all the blockages I can, and symbolically maybe I'll clear any artist's block.
I'm not happy and carefree...but I at least feel like I've been working towards...something. Hopefully I will continue to be satisfied that my time is being used as well as it can be.
It's hard to please that toughest critic, oneself.