I've decided that January is always going to be a blogging bust for me. I know that sounds pessimistic, which I am not. But I don't organize. And I don't clean. And I don't decorate for Valentines Day. And it appears - in blogging nation at least - that this is what you're supposed to blog about in January. Actually I do clean, and I do organize. But there is no planning involved and no particular beginning or end to my endeavors and the idea of blogging about organizing is unappealing to me.
I know there are people out there that get really excited about organizing. For you - I've got nothing.
The truth of the matter is that I have some cleaning and organizing to do.
A WHOLE LOT.
An almost insurmountable lot.
An intimidating lot.
A "this kind-of paralyzes me" lot.
An "I'd rather do almost anything than have to do this" lot.
And I've done all the legitimate things I can to put it off. I've put away the Christmas decorations - including 300,000 random pieces of sparkling glitter. I've scrubbed out all the cold virus germs that wiped me out over New Years week. I've redone my "winter mantle". I've spent the equivalent of one entire day in the dentist chair. I've checked out (and excluded) a few antique/craft malls where I could possibly sell some stuff. I've lowered my cholesterol 20 points and my blood pressure 20 points. I don't know what else I can do. I can't put it off any longer.
I have to clean my basement. (WARNING: Bad picture alert!)
The basement that is supposed to be my project work space. The space where I paint. The space where I store - and FIND - things that I need for my projects. The space where I do laundry. The space where our cat eats. The space where our cat pees and poops. The space where I do my strengthening and flexibility exercises. The space where hundreds of projects lie waiting. Lie waiting to be rescued and turned into something quirky, wonderful, or beautiful.
It's very bad.
I started cleaning last January. And I worked diligently for about 3
Thus - the bad.
The very bad.
The very very bad.
The very very bad basement.
The very very very bad basement.
That has to be cleaned. Before I can do any new projects. Because there is no room. No room for projects. No room to paint. No room to think. No room to create. No room to feel creative.
So here's the deal. I have to spend 3 hours a day in that damn basement. (in addition to exercise time) 3 hours that must be completed before I get any computer time. No email checks. No facebook. No checking blog stats. No blog reading. Nothing. Until I've done 3 hours of basement improvement time. That's it. And no new project starts. None. Just saying that makes me melt into the couch with my computer on my lap.
Thankfully I've got a few sets of photos in the computer that I've never blogged about. So I won't have to blog about my horrible basement experiences. I will take a few pictures and report on my progress occasionally. And I will certainly have to report when it's all DONE.
Because I will be glad.
I will be very. very. very. glad.
Glad that I can move on to something new.
And when the basement is all clean and I get to start on new projects I can start bringing things in from the garage. Because there are some seriously cool projects in our garage.
Could it be that we could get a car in the garage before the last snow of the season?
Wish me luck.
I'm going under... Far under...
Make something wonderful today!
Because even dirty basements get to party...we'll be here:
The 36th Avenue