I will be organized all the time.
I will sweep my floors more than once a month.
I will keep up with the laundry.
I will dust more than once a quarter.
I will have a ton more closet space but I will not abuse that closet space by hoarding junk and clutter.
I will only keep things I love.
We have boxes in our apartment today. My best friend from home is coming up from Roanoke to help me pack things up a little. The home inspection is also happening. This means- it is really happening! The sweet brings with it a little bitter.
Last night the hubs reminded me that packing is a great time to purge and get rid of junk. Noted. This is why I have to have a friend here. Left to my own devices, I will enter analysis paralysis and stare and one object for up to 20 minutes, trying to decide if I should pack it up for the new house or donate it to Goodwill. (Hear more of my internal monologue about that here). This applies especially to dvds, clothing items, and the kids’ toys.
But when I picture a new space, I picture a chance to do it all right. The way I want to. New space=new beginnings. All those things I want but haven’t mastered here, I can finally implement there. Right? Right? There’s no way my shortcomings in keeping the home will follow me all the way across the street to our new place.
In other news- I fell off the wagon yesterday. Hard. We were at the lake all day with some friends and one of those friends had pork in the smoker all morning… and we had bbq sandwiches… and just like that [picture me snapping my fingers] I was no longer eating vegetarian.
Goal for this month? To move. To minimize the stress associated with that move. To settle in a bit. To enjoy the process as much as I can.