I’m supposed to be getting rid of stuff and paying down my credit card balances.
Instead, over the past three weeks or so, I’ve started buying things again. Buying things online. Buying things I don’t really need. Buying things on a whim. Buying things based on a passing fancy. Buying things because I’m depressed. Continue reading DAY NINETY-SEVEN: What Was I Thinking?!
room too cluttered to even reach computer
typing this with one hand reaching over piles
I think I’m mostly over my cold. I still have a trace of a residual cough, and I’m quite tired by the end of each day.
Tonight I shall be trying to sort and price items for the yard sale that we hope to hold tomorrow. Of course the weather is looking damp.
Again, I am feeling extremely frustrated because of the endless amount of stuff I have accumulated, and the way that no matter how much I think I have removed, the room still seems cluttered to the point of being impassible. I had to move a half-dozen boxes and bags to access the computer to type this post.
I worked on “house stuff” all day, some “fix-it” stuff, some “decluttering” stuff, and despite my ending up too tired to write anything decent here, there is virtually no visible progress. I snapped some photos today, but I don’t want to take the time to upload, edit, and post them. I want to take a shower and go to bed.
I have almost completely filled up the back of my car with items for the proposed yard sale, yet I still can barely walk into The Room of Doom. In fact, I had to push debris aside to gain access to the computer keyboard just now. I don’t understand the physics of this. How can I keep removing things, yet the apparent volume of what is left remains the same? Somehow the remaining clutter physically expands to fill empty space. I find this quite discouraging.