Inspired by a Friend

I cleaned an organised one cupboard.

Seems like there might be a better
solution for my bagged foods
and maybe for that handy
hand blender, too.

New Year, New Thoughts

It is difficult for me to let anyone see
what a mess I've made for myself
and my family.

While some small corners are functional
and even have nice touches...

...others barely function.  There is a lot of
work to be done, here.

(The desk was recently moved from my son's room.
Two of the drawers had yet to be emptied and
returned to the desk.)

Thing is, I'm still working to get rid of
my perfectionist tendencies.
 In case you are on of those
people who is not a perfectionist,
congratulations.
There are folks who happily claim to be
perfectionists.

I don't believe them.

If their house looks nice
and
it is clean
and
they are able to do something
besides straighten
and clean
rather obsessively
and
they sleep at night,
I question the level of their
perfectionism.

It's kind of like skepticism.

I'm so skeptical that I think
your skepticism
is put on for effect.

See what I mean?

True, deep, dyed-in-the-wool
perfectionism is never
satisfied.

Never!

So, I aspire to be a
"good enough-er."

I'd like to have things
functional,
comfortable,
clean
and
even pretty.

If I can do this,
instead of being paralyzed
by the reality that
I will never get things
perfectly perfect...

WELL!

I might actually enjoy
my housework!

WHAT?

I hear it's possible.

Hmm!

Let's see, shall we?

If you have any wisdom,
any tips,
any encouragement
for me,
I surely would
appreciate it!

Thanks

Baby Step

OK, it's ridiculous.
OK, it's overwhelming.
Will one tiny step even help?

Well, yes.

Not Giving Up

My struggles have not come
to a fairy tale conclusion.

I have let things pile back up in the spaces I'd cleared.

Some things still look better than they did before I started this blog. 

I need to get serious with the clearing out and organising of my things. 

Inch by inch or in great strides, I'm trusting God that He will help me make this happen. 

I don't need a showplace.  I don't even want a showplace. 

I do want to glorify my heavenly Father in this area.  My family has suffered enough. 

My life has been restricted enough. 

I will trust and work for victory.

I Did...

1. got my breakfast and medications down
2. got a package prepared and put it, along with the one I prepared yesterday, out for pick up.
3. filled the ice cube tray
4. started a load of laundry
5. got dressed
6. chatted online with a dear woman who can use my support, now and then

If, dear reader, this list looks strange to you, you probably have not been faced with my kind of depression or anxiety or what ever this is.

I awoke, this morning, feeling good.  The long list of things I need to do did not oppress me.  I felt like I could do them all -- in a single bound!  By eleven o'clock I wanted to crawl back into bed.  I forced myself to do a little more, including starting that laundry load (modern conveniences are such a blessing in the household chores arena) then, since one of my tasks is to send an email and I had sat for an hour, in I came.  I wrote (typed?) the above list to remind myself that I actually had done something, this morning.  I didn't even bother with the fact that I put away a few dishes from the drainer. 

Seeing so much to be done often overwhelms me.  I feel there is no point in doing the little nibbles that I know I can do, because there is so much more to do.  I think I need to start celebrating the tiny triumphs; the little clear area, the meal cooked, the box straightened and put away!  Perhaps then I won't feel quite so worthless, when it comes to my housekeeping.  If I don't feel so worthless, maybe I will get more done.  We shall see.  It can't hurt to try, can it?

No "After" Pictures? Nope! Didn't Even Finish the "Before!"

I took a series of photos on Monday,
planning to do an in depth "what's wrong
with this picture" post. 
Today, I got this far...
Yesterday, I needed to do
something for someone.
Today, I was fighting
(or not fighting)
a little depression.

"There's always tomorrow..."
I guess.

I'm Still Here... Happy St. Valentine's Day

I may not be doing much but I'm still
interested in having my house look pretty,
be comfortable and function well.
This is in the bathroom!