Day Hundred Forty Eight: 8pm-ish

Here are my next photos for today:







They look a little worse then the last one, but one black bag is almost full of clothes to donate, one is half full of trash, the white bag is the clothes from the corner and not pictured I have a huge back half full of things to donate (over thirty books, 15 cds, toys and pillows.). There are books on the shelf that haven't been able to fit and all my clean clothes are either in that dresser or hanging up in the first time in... Well, forever.

I want to do a bit more tonight still, but this is some great process I think.

Day Hundred Forty Eight: 2pm-ish

Current Progress:






As you can see the floor is actually starting to look like a floor again! I already finished one part of my to-do list (Getting rid of at least two bags of trash).

The rest of the list is as follows:

1. Put clean clothes away
2. Get at least one box ready for donation
3. Get part of the craft/art stuff put in proper locations (the craft room or in their rightful boxes)

This may not seem like much, but it will pack a wallop of what needs to get done. Now for a short break (yay lunch!) and then back to work.

Day Hundred Forty-Seven

There are some open days this week, being spring break and being my last week before being back at my summer seasonal job. I took the week off my winter seasonal job so I can focus on doing school work and doing cleaning. I'm hoping to get a big one off on this and get it mostly done.

I took some pictures earlier today to show my process from the start of this blog. I've done a bit more tonight since then, but these are more for documentation of what sparse amount I did the other 146 days. There is a noticeable difference, but just barely. The desk and the dresser both have the majority of things cleared off. Hopefully I can get things spic and span this weekend!

Day Hundred Thirty-Seven: Coming on Out

No, I'm not coming out gay... This time.

Rather I've decided to show this to my boyfriend.

It seems silly, to hide this, to be this ashamed, but he also says that every time I say "It seems silly", that it doesn't seem silly at all.

He does know that my room is bad, but he also knows that we've working on developing good habits together. I know I have: I work on keeping a clean bathroom, to keep dishes out of the sink, to at least put my laundry in the basket, and some non-cleaning things as well (improved study habits, trying new foods, never stagnating, to smile constantly, learning new levels of determination and passion, etc).

Yet, every time I step into my room... I try, I really do, but it seems to only get worse or just barely better. Clothes pile up again. Papers come out of no where. Old toys, broken items, things I don't remember... They pile up in waves and crash down on me, drowning me. I attempt to do more and yet I get overwhelmed, becoming a lump of useless tears on the floor. I feel drained every time I walk into my room, but I can't let it beat me.

I'm determined to get it cleaned, if not by the time I start at my seasonal job, then by the time I finish it. I'm tired of living this life. I'm time of this place and the filth and I don't think I can move forward until it's done.

So, if you're reading this, love, please give me the push I need to keep going... And please don't get too upset about.