Hi everybody!
I spent a blissfully happy weekend at my parents,enjoying good food, good company and sunshine,since retiring, my Mum and Dad sold their 3 bedroom house and downsized to a cosy flat in a pretty seaside town, their home is neat and comfortable,unlike mine, so , each time I visit them,I feel empowered and resolve to turn my life around. However, the minute I walk back into my own flat, discouragement settles in within minutes.the clutter situation has got so out of hand that it would take more than a bit of enthusiasm to make it habitable again,actually, it would take about 2 weeks of constant gruelling effort to see light at the end of the tunnel, and I haven’t got that much time,this is my last day off before I start a set of 7 night shifts, I will not be coming home this week,accommodation is provided at my place of work( I’m in the travel industry).
Therefore, today, as every other Tuesday, will be dedicated to frantic last minute preparations such as locating, then ironing uniform, check content of makeup bag etc…
These things should not take too long, but for me, they do, because it is always extremely difficult to find anything in this place, so ,half of the time, I procrastinate until late evening, or even the early hours of dawn,and as a result, I end up running late, and therefore arrive at work feeling stressed before my shift has even begun.
Today ,I will probably follow this exact recipe for disaster,with only one difference: this evening, I’ve agreed to meet a friend for dinner in town.with this in mind,I actually managed to find a wearable outfit within the enormous heap of clothes that covers the whole of the bedroom floor, now, all I need to do is iron the blouse, put a bit of makeup on,and here we go! The desperate hoarder will turn into a smart girl about town!
What I should also do today,is, before heading out,try and make an effort and perform a few basic tasks that would make my surroundings more acceptable, but, will I do it? The plan was to try and do only the bits that show, kick everything into big bags,make enough room to be able to walk in ,just in case my friend came round for coffee after our meal in town,but that might have been too ambitious a project,and I most certainly will resort to making excuses in order to keep my hoarding habit a secret.
Score so far:Procrastination 1/ Cathy 0
Notes on a Bohemian tragedy 