This blog sitting here virtually empty for, oh, I don't even know how long. A year? All that sat here was a test post to see if I could upload video. I deleted said post, much like I threw away the Lego piece and the ball of cat fur I found in the decorative box I picked up at Marshall's. It didn't come with the fur or the Lego...I found those things in there when I finally gave away the box that I never did find a use for.
This brings me to the point I'm going to make here today: I am constantly setting myself up with "things" and "stuff." Case in point: this blog. Other cases in point: I like getting boxes and bags and bins to put items in...I download free time management and list-making apps on my phone...I sign up for websites that will help me track my every calorie so I don't become morbidly obese. I get myself all set up with lists, with boxes, with all that I need to be perfectly organized, calm, and prettier, too. My problem with all these helpful tools? Actually USING any of them.
I recently found out that the gathering of things like this (boxes, bags, different bank accounts, etc) is an attempt at organization. Only people like me get all overwhelmed with the actual organization part of the organization. So we have all this stuff to put our stuff in but we never put our stuff in it so it ends up just being more stuff, only it's stuff with cat fur and legos in it. Which is really disgusting.
I'm hoping soon to be able to figure out what will motivate me to fix this particular broken and misguided part of my brain. The "if I have the perfect container my life will be perfect and serene!" part. In the meantime, I'm coming to terms with some of my demons. One of them is named Mrs. Clements, and she is the one who took up residence in my brain to keep me from writing anything that anyone would actually see. I kicked her ass and now she doesn't make a peep. Just kidding. We're actually friends now. That's a whole other story.
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