I have a room that defies description and makes my heart palpatate in anxiety everytime I enter it. It's the room where my personal miscellany goes to be forgotten--odds and ends, old pictures, rarely used appliances, window screens, tools, shoeboxes, old light fixtures, receipts, paperwork, and records. My intention in placing them in the furnace room is good. I tell myself I will organize all those things soon. But the time required to organize the chaos never seems to arrive.
With trepidation I share a few pictures of my junk room:
The fear I face today is cleaning, organizing, filing, tossing, and otherwise tidying that corner of messiness that seems to be some kind of chaos vortex attracting more of the same into my life. Why I have allowed such clutter to accumulate I do not know. Every effort I've made in the past to tackle this mess has me overwhelmed and shutting down after only an hour or so of work. But I take courage in Henry Haskins words: "Panic at the thought of doing a thing is a challenge to do it."
It's 5:30 pm as I start this blog. I have a staff development class in the morning. I'm hoping a few hours of solid work will make a big difference. I also hope to get a decent night's sleep before class. Wish me luck!
Today's fear to face: organizing the junk.
Feelings as I begin: anxiety over the mess and a desire to give up before even starting.
