JANUARY 9, 2024-THE BEST LAID PLANS

Today, I planned the heroic mission of packing up the Christmas decorations and shoving them back into the storage shed, a task that ranks among the top five on my “Jobs I’d Almost Rather Die Than Do” list. I woke up revved and ready to crush it. I was a one-person wrecking crew, ready to rearrange the entire universe (or at least the shed) to make everything fit like a beautiful puzzle.

Fast forward to 8 p.m., and you’d expect me to be basking in the glory of a job well done, right? Wrong! Every single Christmas ornament was in the exact place it was yesterday. I roped myself into being a good neighbor. First, I volunteered to pick up a prescription for a good friend who’s sicker than a cat with a kazoo. What should have been a simple thirty-minute errand turned into a full-blown circus, complete with clowns and acrobatics, thereby requiring four hours to deliver the medicine to my neighbor’s doorstep.

As if that wasn’t enough, I dog-sat for another neighbor’s sick little dog until she could take him to the vet. An additional hour and a half disappeared into the abyss, all while my Christmas tree continued to gleefully display its festive attire.

Having squandered half of my day on these “none Christmas tree” endeavors, I ditched the tree plans and tackled a task I’d been avoiding for a week. Replacing my Internet modem/router with a new one. Of course, chaos ensued, which required another two hours wrestling with Tech Support just to re-establish internet connection.

And that’s how my day went – a whirlwind of activities with absolutely nothing to show for them. It’s clear that I need a full-blown life makeover if I want to clear my to-do list.

However, providing a service to a friend in need always trumps my “To Do” list.

JANUARY 2, 2024 – CLUTTER ADICT

I don’t have a drug problem. I don’t have a drinking problem. I have a clutter problem. I am a clutter addict and I need a month in a clutter rehab. If I were an alcoholic, at least I would feel really good from time to time. But there is no such thing as a clutter high.

When was doing the 9-5 gig, I was an organizing wizard. I created hacks that demolished mountains of routine tasks. Now I operate in “put-off-until-tomorrow “mode to the point that a year later the clutter is still there. Both Dad and Mom were organized. my childhood home was full of restful space with nary a thing out of place.  So where did my clutter genes come from? Was I adopted? Adopted or not, I am at the point in my life where either the clutter goes, or my mind goes. No kidding, the clutter that surrounds my life weighs my mind into depression.

QUICK TIP. If you want to feel ten pounds lighter, take ten minutes to put ten piddly little things away.