I took another baby step today and moved a book shelf in my room that hadn't been moved since I started painting the tree on my wall. Folks, that's nearly a year ago. And it took all of 11 seconds. But I didn't do it before because I looked at my room as a whole and thought, "Nope, never. That's too big of a task." But this whole breaking it up into smaller, much more mind manageable chunks is such a blessing. I moved the bookshelf and cleared the area near my bed of a stack of old magazines, a complete phone set-unplugged since I moved back home over a year ago, and papers, papers, papers.
My dresser is still a mess, my closet is full of junk and I still have the paint cans from the aforementioned tree painting expedition sitting on a piece of old carpet near my door. But that's okay because I'll get to those later.
I JUST MOVED MY BOOKSHELF, THANK YOU.
I think this is how people get so stressed out all of the time. Instead of congratulating ourselves or being happy with a finished project (small as it might be), we look at the spectrum of our entire lives and if we're not improving all across the board, we're actually really sucking.
Where do we get these crazy notions?
I can be on the treadmill one day and, through a series of calculations in my head realize that I should be up at 6 drinking green tea and preparing for a half marathon. It's staggering the speed at which we move in our minds. But I don't think that really works for me. I think that just really overwhelms me. And until I learn how to calculate all of those wheel turning ideas into actuality, I'm going to try to take it one step, baby, at a time.
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