Oh, January — you were easy on me. With bruised ribs, relentless sinuses, and formidable Fibromyalgia, I was fortunate to rest and relax thanks to mom, Marissa, and Michael. But February is upon us, and it's time to get familiar with two-thousand fifteen.
My post-Christmas-but-before-New Year's Day tradition used to be getting the house cleaned up and organized. It was to set the standard for the next 365 or so days. It became harder — and nearly impossible — to keep this going with chronic pain and fatigue.
But now that I am back on prescription drugs, ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE. I kid, though. Not about being back on pain pills, but of their special powers.
The Clean-Up Beat-Down
As a neat freak with organizational tendencies often referred to as anal, I am — surprisingly— all for cozy clutter. The kind that gives a feeling of years worth of accumulation of cute things, but was actually staged in an afternoon. I channel my inner set-decorator and move around a knick-knack fifty-seven times to give its placement just the right amount of absentmindedness. But when the clutter becomes authentic, that is when I start to go ape shit. My attitude becomes extremely disagreeable when living in disarray. I cannot concentrate or be creative or feel content and at ease when clutter begins piling up around me.
As you can see, on one hand living in a mess takes a toll on my mental-health, on the other, the physicality of cleaning bitch-slaps me back to the Stone Ages.
A Simple Kind of Life
So what can I do when lifting a cup of coffee to my lips usually takes the top spot on my Accomplishments of the Day list? First, I must learn to accept when I tell myself: bitch, you ain't no Martha Stewart, so stop trying to lint-roll like her.
Second, simplify. I've been giving a lot of thought to simplifying over the last year — back to when I moved my craft studio into another area of the apartment. The term would seem to imply an importance on 'less' of something, but for me, it means I can focus more on what I find most enjoyable. In my case, it's my creative endeavors.
Setting up my studio twice in seven months made me aware of which crafts I hold closest to my heart — and which ones are shoved in the closets.
The fiber arts is my most prolific hobby. Considering they and their paraphernalia take up most of my time, storage — and energy — it makes sense to simplify this area of my life first.
...to be continued with Groundwork: Decluttering with Chronic Pain...