Gotta Slow Down

Things have been hectic here.

I'm trying my best to remember to stay calm and to deal with things in a responsible and effective way.

It takes discipline.

Some Progress

I finished unpacking my clothes into my closet. I can see my clothes! Yay! I can wear them now!

The next thing I need to do is unpack my desk and set up my printer and what not. Then I shall tackle the bathroom. After that? I will confront my inner hoarder and proceed to liquify everything I own.

I'm learning to take things one day at a time. I was feeling discouraged yesterday. If I think about everything I need to do I definitely feel overwhelmed. But like the painted yard stick that hung on the wall when I was a child, "life is hard yard by yard. Inch by inch, it's a cinch!"

Patience. Patience. Patience.

As soon as I start sorting through everything I will post more pictures. I'm really looking forward to shooting. It's going to be fun setting everything up. I've decided that I want to "build" these images. I have so many things that I have kept because I like the way they look -- I always thought I could use them for something. Whelp, now's the time to use them.

*excited*

Holy Hell.

I wish I could take all of this shit and set it on fire.

I decided it would be best to just dig into my closet. Well...digging is exactly what has happened. What is all of this stuff? Where did it come from? Why have I never gotten rid of it? I seriously think I have never given away any of my clothes from childhood. It is time to rid these things.

What I really need is about three days of solid work. Unfortunately, I am busy for the next week or so. I've only had time to work on everything at night and by that point I am tired. I really want to get everything out of this room and move all of my Austin stuff into my room. Maybe I should make that my goal for tonight. If I can get the guest room empty by the end of the night I would feel much better. I don't like taking up all of this space.

Oh my lord. I just found moldy beer from back when I was underage. I don't even remember putting that in my closet. This is bad. This is real bad.

I also have a ridiculous amount of empty shoe boxes. Why? Why? AHHHHH!

I did find a box with a bunch of old pictures in them. These are the things I want to keep.

I need a giant trash bag to toss everything away. It's going to feel so good when that happens. Maybe I'll go and buy those trash bags tomorrow.

I saved trash. Why?