**PUBLIC** Pulling myself out of C.H.A.O.S.

[fatrockstar]

or, as FlyLady so eloquently put it: Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome.

I did it. I subscribed. And you know what? It feels pretty good. Yeah, there are twenty some odd emails daily, and I don't use all of them, but she encourages you to delete the ones you don't use or are finished with so you don't clutter up your Inbox. Never felt so guilt-free about deleting email in my life.

It feels nice to relax about housework and to be able to focus on one thing at a time. I am concerned that this relaxed me will be short-lived. I have been really unhappy in these last few months (and for good reason, I think) and would hate to think that now that I have some peace of mind it is merely the eye of the storm.

I am looking forward to paying off some debt, getting rid of a lot of junk I never use but was saving for some reason (like all the glass jars in the cupboard that I was going to decorate the lids on every day for the last six years). I threw out a rather large amount of socks yesterday. That felt good. Now I have room in my sock drawer for more socks! That worked so well, I think I'll go through my underwear drawer and get rid of all the granny panties I never wear...

Anyway. It feels good NOW. NOW feels good. Maybe I should snap and spend the rest of my life in a state of perpetual optimism, choosing only to listen to or acknowledge things that keep me in that state. Oh wait, I can't do that--my mother-in-law already has that covered. BAM!

There will be bad days I'm sure. I'm determined to not let them get the best of me again.

Comments

[dianthus.livejournal.com]

y'know, Flylady would work better for me if I could get over my D-GAS syndrome.



(Don't Give A Shit) :-)

[winifred.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's kind of a prerequisite for getting anything done nowadays. Sadly, there isn't a cure for it.