About Me

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Confession: I'm a Slob

A dirty little secret that I hide from everyone is that I am a big Slob. Slob with a capital S. Maybe it's not so much of a secret per se, because my boss often makes fun of the piles of papers on my desk and my secretary constantly begs me to come in on a Saturday to straighten up my office or organize my files. One time my boyfriend even made me sign a contract that I would pick up after myself when I am at his house. Being a slob is a really hard habit to break, especially when it's been a flaw of mine since I was a child. It's something that I really hate about myself. 

I'd much rather be reading, talking, debating, blogging, watching television, or any other task other than cleaning or organizing. In fact, I took a break from organizing my living room just so that I could write about being a slob. I will do anything that I can to avoid organizing my paperwork. I honestly love to read ten books at the same time, and if you see my house you would see them left in various spots all throughout the house--while the kindle bought last Christmas is still practically wrapped up in it's original box.

I'd really like to change this bad flaw of mine. It's just that it's so overwhelming to do. My hopes always start high and then when I start throwing away the piles of junk mail that I stack up everywhere and trying to organize all of my various paperwork, I just feel defeated because there is just so darn much to do. I have ten boxes of books that have been sitting in my living room for over two years and I need to look through them to decide what I want to keep and get rid of. My closets are stuffed full of clothes that I haven't worn in twenty years, because I often feel too overwhelmed to go through everything. Have I mentioned what a slob I am? 

I know that my life would be easier if I were better organized. Friends and my boyfriend often tell me that my surroundings will affect my mindset, and if my surroundings are disorganized then my thoughts will also be scattered. I know that my life would be much more efficient if I put everything in it's proper place. I know this-so why can't I get myself to do it??

Take today for example. I know that soon that I will need to start to compile key information for a loan that I am taking out on a new house. I feel a sense of stress as I try to remember where I have even placed my tax documents from last year. If I had everything placed in a file cabinet-which, mind you, I have a professional file cabinet that is completely empty- and not in some box somewhere, then I wouldn't have to spend an hour looking for what I need. Why do I do this to myself??

Right now I am having a major panic attack as I sit and look at ten large bags filled full of small trinkets and gifts that were given to me on Christmas by my mother-who happens to be a hoarder by the way. I don't know what to do with everything; I don't even know where to place it. As a matter of fact, I just found five large bags from last Christmas stuffed in my the closet of my empty bedroom because I couldn't deal at the time with trying to figure out what to do with everything. 

I often don't have the energy to organize because I am too burned out from work. But I have no excuse this week because I am out of work for the rest of the week. On the other hand, I feel really burned out because every time that I am out of work my time seems to be consumed with trying to get my life organized or do something that I put off while I was working. I am stuck in a vicious cycle. 

I am going to get off this blog right now and dive in to trying to organize. Rest assured that this is not the last time that I will be practically having a meltdown over this because I plan on trying to get my house in order all week. Please wish me luck, and send me lots of positive energy. Do you think that if I start a whole blog about getting organized that I will actually become organized? Just kidding! 

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