Do You Have One of These?
Or anything like it? I just posted a challenge to myself the other day at Get It Together, so that I'd have it all cleaned up by the end of this week. This pile has been hanging over my head for nearly two years, and by going public with it instead of hiding it, I've given myself some accountability, and an impetus to finally banish it. I've already dispatched more than half of it, and I'm chipping away at it every day. By week's end, I'll be completely free of this two-ton boulder on my psyche.
This has been a real gift to myself, and now, if you need it, I'd like to share it with you. So join me, if you have a secret (or not so secret) monster somewhere in or around your home that has been plaguing you, in the latest "I Dare You!" challenge, and free yourself! It could be anywhere--from a spare bedroom that always has the door shut, to a random pile somewhere in the house, like mine, to a garage that hasn't seen a car since time immemorial. It could even be outside--I have a couple of those myself, but I'm getting my house in order before I worry about that.
So, here's your assignment. Take a picture of your "monster," and however painful, post it. Either to your own blog, or in our "I Dare You!" flickr group. Put a link here in the comments, and tell us about your personal organizational bogeyman (Hey, it IS Delurk day, anyway). With accountability and encouragement, we can get each other through this, and purge these beasties.
Come on, play along, and I'll see you on the other side!
Labels: "I DARE YOU", blogger games, dorkiness, flickr, home improvement
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You are far braver than I.
In consideration of The Great Mofo Delurk today, I am sending this little comment your way. I enjoy reading your blog regularly and look forward to every new post.
Ugh, it would be my basement, and I don't have a fish-eye lens. Which is what I would need to capture the satan-frightening evil that is my basement. It both consumes and overwhelms me. It is my kryptonite.
Oh my god I JUST THIS MORNING spent TWO HOURS dealing with our checkbook, which included a pile of debit card receipts that was nearly as big as my five-year-old.
It was literally waking me up in the night, this gigantic mess. And now that all is reconciled and paid (and there is STILL MONEY LEFT thank god) I feel better.
I wish I had photographed it before I dealt with it. But go you! Get rid of that pile!
Ohhh, wonderful idea. I SHOULD take a picture. Maybe I'll finally craig's list it all.
I am so PROUD to say I do not have one of these, but only because I live in 510 square feet of spacious studio apartment. But, it's still a mess, so maybe I'll just post a photo of the whole damn place.
So, I have to admit that I don't have any places that look like that. It makes me sound like a smart-ass or Polly Perfect, but in reality, my inability to relax about organizing " stuff" can be just as paralyzing as your inability get it organized. I sometimes think I have OCD, but then I overthink it so much, I give myself a headache. My happiest days are when I can clean something out and throw it all away. Sad.
You go Belinda!I don't have one of those, but I have so been there, up to my ears in crap. It's liberating to get rid of it.
Did you see my post today? Of course, that was less of an organizational snafu and more of feline freak out disaster. Your mess actually looks pretty organized!
Oh, I have several of those! This new house has enough closet and basement space that I can keep it behind doors. I'm not sure that's a good thing.
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The Great Mofo Delurk 2007.
My brain looks like that picture. Can I take a photo of that and beg someone to reorganize it for me???
CP.
Hmmm...there are two things right now that need fixed/organized...my checking account/finances and our basement. Both freak me out to the point of avoiding them. I wish I could overcome my fear and deal with both or even just one, but yikes! I can't take a picture...I carry the checkbook/bills around in a huge purse and I keep the basement door locked. Not healthy. Not productive. The story of my life!!
Love your blog...love your tweets...(I'm sweetpeas...of the gallbladder comment sweetpeas!)
This was the bane of my existence several months ago. Since that time my husband found another box to shove the books in, but we still need to get some decent bookcases and organize our books so they're not all over the floor.
My bedroom would be one of those. I'm unemployed, so I'm living in my mom's apartment. All of my stuff has to fit into this tiny bedroom. The closet isn't that big, so everything is in boxes stacked on the floor. There really isn't any other place to put it all, so I think it's going to stay there. I do have some darkroom equipment I'm trying to sell, but no takers. That's stacked in here, too. I just feel like my bedroom should be a retreat and I don't feel anything but stressed out when I'm in here.
I took a picture of the closet even though it's not that bad because 1.) our junk is spread out all over in bits and 2.) it is a good example of the problems I'm having. We moved into a "new" house a year ago, but I still have some of the organizing system that worked in the apartment: i.e. throwing everything into tubs. Perfect for renters. Ugly and inaccessable for owners. I need to find a way to store things that useable and beautiful.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/exlibris/1484874724/
ex.libris
I'm in, as you already know!
Sorta funny – but at this immediate moment there is not one stitch of furniture in my living room or study. Last week I hosted a dinner party that required all the furniture be moved and replaced by rented tables. When the rentals were taken away, instead of immediately moving the furniture back (and taking the chair out of my stepdaughter’s shower – she’s away at college) I was paralyzed by indecision as to 1) where to place furniture so it would look perfect, and 2) whether to throw all of the furniture away.
As a result, the only items in those two rooms are rugs, which I’m thinking of rolling up. Oddly, my entire family likes the empty space. “This is a great jump-roping room, Mom! I love it!” First I got rid of the car, now the furniture. Soon, we will be eating only grain and living in a campground…in India.
One? More like six or seven... Like "chicken" these piles "freak me out to the point of avoiding them." What's worse is that until about 5 years ago I was not like that! Help.
Wait, I only get one of those.
Shit.
Here's an older post from my blog where the crap hit the fan ... or the crap got cleaned up ... whatever! Anywho - I have some other piles of crap I'll try tackle:
Home, Pile-O-Crap, Home!
I am so damn proud of you.
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