As the sun is starting to peak this early morning, I thought I'd sit here and make an update about everything that is on my mind, as I sip my coffee and dream of a fluffy pastry that I can't possibly have due to allergies (gluten, go figure). Here it goes...
First of all, I got some pretty good sleep last night. I conjured up the courage to finally tell Ryan, "We can't talk anymore past midnight" considering time differences between California and Florida are three hours apart. I can't take staying up til 1am ET when he's finally getting off of his shift 10pm PT at to talk to him, as much as I enjoy our talks before I go to sleep. I am deprived of proper shuteye and it's starting to show in my lack of energy and even in my face-- I look so tired lately. I did think it was cute when I logged in to FB this morning and found a message from him asking "Are you sleeping?" I don't think he took me seriously because I've been saying every night that I need to get back on a normal sleep pattern.
Second of all, I really need to get a move on tidying up this room! The disorganization going on is overwhelming. Funny enough, I manage to find everything in this mess I call a room, suffice to say my idea of organizing is a completely foreign concept to the majority of people I know. As long as I can find something, it's organized even if I have to shuffle under a stack of papers, fight off an army of dust bunnies and run the risk of having to refold a stack of laundry that's been clean for a month. I promise I'm 25, not 15. I have no problem volunteering myself to help clean my friends houses, but I suck when it comes to my own.
In the book I've been reading, "Happiness Project" by Gretchen Rubin she takes about various forms of "clutter". There's the remorse clutter, nostalgia clutter, the aspirational clutter, etc. and it's got me thinking about certain ways I can put "organizing properly" in to action, simply by organizing my clutter and going from there... to know there's a way of tackling something seemingly boring as cleaning and seeing it as this creative outlet gets me excited.
Well, I'm going to pour myself another cup of joe and leave you all with this fortune to think about and maybe even leave you smiling.
Poor thing. You're allergic to gluten? I feel for you. I tried going gluten free for a while just to see if it made me feel any better. I couldn't stick with it. It was insanely hard.
ReplyDeleteI know how you feel about having to choose sleep over talking. My husband was in Iraq for a year and it was the same situation. I was killing myself to get to talk to him. Boundaries have to be set.