I Need a Moment

I need some time to get my life together. Just… a moment, maybe. I look at my room and it has so much potential. But, there’s so much clutter, that it remains merely potential. It’s not the beautiful space I know it can be.

We just bought a bedroom set, a beautiful Amish-finished bed frame that has headboard, foot board and drawers. Because there are drawers, nothing can get tossed or lost under the bed. This is particularly nice, because nothing good ever happens under the bed, especially when you have cats. Aside from the bed, I also got a dresser and a nightstand. The set is beautiful, truly, and it’s the first time I’ve bought furniture like this.

It would be even more beautiful if the rest of my room weren't a disaster area. I try to be tidy, but I fail. There is a way to have the things I love around me without feeling like a hoarder; I just have to figure it out. For example, when my father passed, one thing I got was his footlocker. I enjoy seeing it. I just need to remove the cat carrier, the framed posters and other things that I'm too... *throws head back, with back of hand across forehead* tired to deal with. All of it lies more or less out in the open, distracting.

Having cats doesn't help in this respect. Fur is everywhere and if a hairball happens it's going to be on something I love, not the linoleum floor. This discourages one from putting things out that they love. It also discourages one from tidying up at the end of a work day when all you want is to relax and read. You spend all day at work, and then get home to work? It’s a good thing I love my cats. Their fur is really straining our relationship.

I need a month off. That would be about right, a month. It may seem excessive, but I’m convinced that this is the magic number - enough time to rest, and then just when I’m getting bored it’s on to the next thing. The entire first week is to sleep. I need about a week of uninterrupted sleep before I can even think about a task as monumental as cleaning my room, or getting my life together. Then I need some time to go through things and purge. I would appreciate the things I have much more if I could see them. And, I need to organize. I like having a place for everything and everything in its place. When I get REALLY organized we'll be able to switch the artwork out throughout the year. Spring, summer, Michaelmas, Hallowe'en and Christmas. That way all of the artwork we have won’t be out at once, and we’ll be able to appreciate it more.

Also, I need to write a bestseller so that I can be a homemaker. I understand that writing is work, but right now I’m doing it while working a full-time job. I want to just be able to ditch the full-time employment and stay home. I can write from the dining room table; I generally do anyway. (Don't get judgy. Agatha Christie said in her Autobiography that only for one short period did she have a dedicated office. Mostly she just wrote from whatever flat surface she had available.) Then I could do housework and cook dinner. How much commute time would I save? I could have lunch ready most days. Either this is a brilliant idea or (more likely) I'm delusional. Also, I have to have a good enough bestseller to be able to afford a cleaning person and a someone to cut the lawn. I'm not good at housework. I prefer to scratch the cats behind the ears as I pass them, walking from one room of my beautiful, clean home to another.

So, that's my plan. It's nearly midnight and I have my life all figured out. Sadly, I have to drive to work tomorrow. I'd better get some sleep.