Clump #245: Work through inner, inner paper pile; day three of NaBloPoMo.
Oh my, my. I just caught myself starting to read an article entitled: How to Stop Procrastinating — For Good, while procrastinating writing this post. I really didn’t even notice for a while; the irony is pretty thick.
Here is a great tip for hapless housekeepers: invite a neat-nick friend over once a week. My dear friend and fellow The Voice t.v.-show-watching partner came over again tonight for the show. One week ago she set off the clump that I’m finally peeling back to its essence. Funny thing about last week: I dumped all sorts of paper in an ugly pile, stashed it in the corner of our study, turned the light out, and pretended that it didn’t exist. But sometime during the Adam-Blake-Gwen-and-Pharrell-fest I wanted to mapquest a destination for this friend. She came with me into the study where our computer is, I turned the light back on, and, well … my clumping shame was exposed. But she came back again this week. By the end of the Voice season our house should be immaculate. Or maybe I’ll allow myself to relax and be okay with the way things are.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about this dichotomy between the public and private self/home. The pumpkin I carved for Halloween made for an unexpectedly funny illustration. Private, raw, and untamed:
Public, neat(er), smooth, and composed:
Dark night of the soul:
Put on a happy face:
I got through a bunch of phone calls today from the inner, inner paper pile that I had been putting off, but when confronted, felt very good. I vented my spleen (where in the world did that expression come from?). I was full of piss and vinegar (again…?) by the end of the paper pile calls. Not as big and grand as the mammoth herding of newspapers and catalogs of a few days ago, but in terms of sense of accomplishment, it was great.
Small, but far-reaching in impact.
I SO love your blog, Judy! You inspire me!
You just made my day … and inspired me!