Sunday, August 1, 2010
PROGRESS or keepin' it honest
Well, it's August 1st and I'm makin' progress. I'm not gonna get all heavy handed with myself about missed deadlines. The deal is I'm doing it, that's the point. Meeting deadlines will be addressed during the next new beginning.
First however, an admission. I'm an artist. It would be a good thing if I knew how to spell palette. I'd like to thank an amazing artist and new friend Jala for very delicately asking if I meant palate/palette as a play on words. How tactful and kind. Unfortunately no, I didn't. I've simply been spelling it incorrectly for quite some time now. You know when you're sure of the spelling or pronunciation of a word and you find out it's completely wrong and your face grows flush and hot as you realize how often you've used or said that word? Well, that happened.
Anyway, that said, I've made great progress although it certainly doesn't look that way. Here's why. Mail and I have a strange relationship. I can't seem to let it go.That nice man in that cute little truck leaves me so much stuff to look at every day, what kind of person would I be if I just chucked it all out? So I save it. Why? I have no idea. I'm getting help.
So, all that mail eventually gets stuffed into bags and the bags get stuffed into closets and the store room. And in order to be able to actually walk in and move things around, I have literally been shredding, cutting and ripping up bank documents, credit cards solicitations and unsolicited address labels from as far back as 1994. I know there are bags with older documents in the garage. I don't want to think about that now.
This gives me new hope of a real new beginning because I am going to eliminate every bit of clutter and confusion from my life and take it from there. Himself is admitting he had given up hope of ever living clutter free and is considerably hopeful that a real change is taking place. Ouch!
I've filled three...count 'em three... huge contractor bags of old shredded mail. Hold me, I'm frightened. My feeble attempts at cleverness aside, I am feeling as though a huge weight has been lifted and I'm on my way to a simpler, more direct and present way to exist.
Thanks again for the support, the positive reinforcement and the spell-check, it's all helped me on so many levels. We'll see.