Project July: It’s Worse Than I Told Myself! (a mid-month confession)

I kind of knew I had a problem. I try and try to procrastinate with my other bad habit of Match 3 Games. But as time goes on with this organization project, reality that I had been avoiding for so long has reared it’s wicked head right in my face. I have known especially for the last few years that I had a problem but not an unmanageable problem.

My dysfunctional organizational behavior has been going on ever since Christmas Eve… oh, but not this last December. Yes, since about kindergarten I have learned that if you have company is coming over you just put it in a box and take it to the basement. Out of sight; out of mind. Now don’t think I am blaming all of this on my mother like everyone who has had a therapist does. She has her own deal, I am more than sure (not even going to talk about her). But one of the points in the book is to look at how you deal with certain aspects of things and how learned/observed behavior comes into play.

I have made some progress though. I rearranged my massage therapy room. I spent an afternoon moving EVERYTHING around, several times. I took out 3 pieces of furniture and traded out a a console, a cabinet & small dresser for a larger dresser. It looks a bit better and less tight of a squeeze. The only thing is that I am not sure if I like how I have my books, etc. I put them on the shelf under my massage table. I might end up changing it later but it should work. I got rid of a lot of papers too. There will be more organization work later on the papers.

I hung a lot of pictures in there (some with Joe’s help others with the help of Command Strips) and I hung some in the hall just outside the room. I even suckered Joe into hanging my pagodas and curtain rod in the little half bathroom that I had been asking him to do since we moved in. I have another set of pictures I want his help to hang in the hall; my goal is by the end of this week. This is NOT part of the program but hey, it is progress!

I still have a whole other ROOM to go. There are boxes of papers, OF course boxes of papers to go through in the upstairs spare room. This might take 2 months instead of 1. But the good thing is that if I get through the spare room I can get a jump on the other months. If it takes 2 months to do 1, so be it.

I am really not “doing it by the book” but if I can get through that room, the rest will fall in place or at least the worst will be over with! Rippin’ the Band-Aid off! Maybe it is the 2nd glass of chardonnay tonight, but I think I can do it.