After almost a year of over-the-top changes, I've finally hit the wall. Ergo, no posts of late. I can't move forward in any part of my life until I get this apartment in order. It's proving more of a problem than I anticipated.
There are days where all I can do is look around at the unopened boxes, flop down in a chair, and pig-out in front of the TV. I want it in order so desperately, and yet I am immobilized by all that has to get done. Over the past week I've set little task-goals for myself - 2 boxes one night, 3 the next, 1 after a particularly rough day. Having a chunk of time off has helped as well, thanks to Good Friday and Easter Monday holidays.
I've been such a bore lately that I didn't want to inflict any of that on you, dear readers. I'm not feeling very "Easter" at all. I believe I'll be in full-tilt Lent until I get my surroundings organized. The good news is that I do see light at the end of my "nesting" tunnel.
Tomorrow, I won't be in church - first time in 25 years. I'm ignoring Easter this year. I will celebrate resurrection and un-hibernation when the books are on the shelves and the pots and pans find a cabinet to live in.
So, lovely Easter hats, you will just decorate Grandpa's dresser this year instead of my head at a joyous Easter service.
(Reading this over, it sounds so dreary. I'm really fine - just a little overwhelmed.)