Deep breaths

So, it's September 1.  Labour day.

For most people, it's not really the start of anything new.  It's not a new year, unless you're a kid going back for the start of a new school year.

I'm taking the opportunity, though I'm not really starting a new year - to call New Year.  It's a fresh start.  I'm going to start eating better, begin a new exercise habit, and try to keep a neater house.  I didn't get everything accomplished yesterday that I wanted to start this way, but maybe it's part of the process to get myself to that place.  I need to re-organize a few things, and get rid of some junk food that it's the house, but I'm starting with a different mind-set and that's important.

I don't have explicit goals to put down here - I just want to improve.  I want to make myself better, which in turn might make my life better.   Control what I can in a way, since I have no control over certain other aspects of my life. If I make myself feel more in control of what I can control, I'll probably be happier.  And maybe I'll feel less like I have no direction.

Wow, it's been a while...

And really, is anyone surprised?  I have this bad tendency to avoid blogging.  Like if I don't put the boredom that is my life into written words, then it's not actually as boring as I think it is.  I don't think it's working.  Clearly, my life is dull.

Lately, I have been decluttering.  Well, sort of.  I had this past week off (because my birthday was Wednesday, and who wants to take off just a Wednesday - I refuse to be at work on my birthday - so I took off the whole week)  and I spent most of it spring cleaning.  The weather was great, I had windows open, and I completely rearranged my spare bedroom.  It's set up much better for my use now.  Whether or not it's better for when I have guests is beside the point.  I made a corner of it into an actual "office" type space, with the bookshelves and desk all forming their own little cubicle.  And then there's the spare bed on the opposite wall.  Or, maybe I should call it the cat bed.  She spends more time on it than any guests.  I still have a lot of stuff to put away, but I want to do it in bits, so that I can get rid of stuff.

I don't know... I feel better about the reorganization, but it just means that I have a lot of junk.  Which I already knew, but it reinforced it.

I still need to finish cleaning the main living areas.  They've been seriously tidied (It's amazing how much bigger a space looks without junk everywhere), but the floors need help.  I was waiting to do all the floors at the same time, but unfortunately, the spare room is not going to be ready.  I guess the vacuum comes out tomorrow.  And the mop.  Hopefully that'll take care of everything.

I'll probably feel very accomplished when it's done.  Right now, I just feel like going back to bed and avoiding it.

well shoot.

I didn't blog in November in an attempt not to waste the words I could be using for NaNoWriMo. Sadly, it didn't help. I still didn't win.  Technically I don't even know how many words I wrote because I actually wrote them, with actual pen and ink so I haven't taken the time to type it into the computer to find out how many of the little buggers there are.

But that's beside the point. I gave myself the month off. And now its 8 days into the new month and this is my first post. Sad. But I'm hoping that'll change.

Tomorrow or Saturday I'm going to do a full post. It will likely sound whiney, or maybe be completely boring. But I will post. But today I am on my phone and don't feel like typing with my thumbs anymore.

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