These past few days have found me working late into the night with work and cleaning. I have relatives coming over and one of them is staying at my condo. I like them which eases the pain but my condo seems to be in a state of perpetual mess. I just never seem to have time to fix and clean up my place. My siblings worship at the temple of Martha Stewart. Everything is prim and proper. They have the Thanksgiving decorations up. My brother tells me his wife will sometimes wake up early in the morning to redecorate because she just thought of something interesting. We’re talking 3 AM in the morning.
So far, I’ve thrown out a bunch of stuff that I don’t need – everything from old food containers, jars, magazines, receipts and stuff. I have several boxes of invoices, statements etc.. that I need to file. I think I inherited this need to save stuff (I can’t use the term hoarding yet) from my parents. To them, everything that could be reused was saved. My sister has spent the past few months clearing the stuff from the house. She would text or call me with another “interesting” thing she found from decades ago. “Why would our parents keep this stuff?”. Hopefully my place won’t look so bad when my relatives come.
An update from my previous entry. I suspect a lot of this is stress related. No matter how much I plan out my day, we get a lot of last minute request. It has to go out to the client asap. So I have to drop everything. We’re just a small team and everyone has more our fair share of work. Budget cuts have not helped. I still work 2 to 4 hours each evening and part of my weekend. It’s not a great life. Maybe I have this phobia of change. Or inertia is a more powerful force than I realize.