I have a weakness that I will be sharing with all of you. It's serious. I try to overcome this weakness everyday. It's getting old...FAST.
I AM MESSY. There. It's out. It is what it is. I've been messy since I can remember. I remember being around 7 years old, and my mom said that I couldn't come out of my room until it was clean. I didn't understand. Didn't my mom know that a tornado had just blown through?! I mean really, cut a kid some slack. I remember sitting in the middle of the room with piles of toys, school supplies, dresses, etc. everywhere. My dad peeked in and gently reminded me that once I started, the task would be half over. He felt sorry for me, and it really was a pitiful situation. I still remind myself of my dad's advice when I clean now.
Here is proof of my problem.
I've been avoiding this particular area of my apartment as much as possible. The only problem is that this is where I sleep. The door remained shut unless it was absolutely necessary to enter the disaster zone. Out of sight, out of mind. Finally, I couldn't take it one more minute. It was time to clean. My chaotic environment was starting to feed into my life. I was feeling stressed and out of sorts. The bedroom should be a calm, serene place. I needed to wake up to order, not chaos. So, it was time for a mid-year resolution: No more messy bedroom. Here is another before shot:
I don't have an after picture, but I do have a picture of my organized shoes. Sandy, my roomate, graciously helped me organize my shoes in the closet, and I have to showcase her brilliance. With such small space, she was still able to get the job done.
Now, don't get the wrong picture about Sandy. While organizing my shoes was a very nice gesture, she still had an edge and a tone throughout this experience. I was trying to have fun. I mean...if you have to do something as horrid as cleaning, you might as well make the best of it. So...I did...And I got yelled at. I was told that I had no sense playing around with so much cleaning left to do. WHATEVER...It's never a bad time to put on a fashion show...NEVER. I'll leave you with a picture of my efforts to make the best out of a tough thing.