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so the worst part of the awful hoarder sty I’ve trapped myself in is my wardrobe, for many many reasons, and I keep putting off putting away my clothes, and it’s just this clusterfuck of nothing fits me, i can’t find the one thing i want, i had to buy another x because i swear i had one but can’t find it, why do i not own anything in my current size, everything is terrible, blargh.
and I did a big tidy-up not too long ago, I think, but looking back on it, it was like, months ago
so, I just spent like, two hours just going through the giant pile of clothing at the foot of my bed and uh. wow. I kind of. Like, everything in the world is sort of better now?
Amazing. Mostly, it’s amazing what a moron I am. But anyway. In conjunction with getting some sewing done with the stuff I’ve been piling in the “remake this!” stack by my sewing machine, I actually feel like I’ve made a lot of headway toward bringing my overall level of anxiety back into line?
This is what I get for taking a day off work in which I’m not traveling anywhere. Basically every day off I’ve had for the past year has been spent either at the farm or going somewhere or doing something, and I have so little time just– at home– that I spend every weekend I’m off pacing in frantic circles worrying about how to do something effective and not squander my precious, rare, irreplaceable free time.
Like… I already take shitloads of unpaid days off work, and i earn so little that what’s one more day?? Taking today off is literally costing me seventy dollars before taxes. Not driving across the state and back is saving me almost that same amount.
Also, unrelatedly, Chita is having a dream that is making her paws twitch and that is adorable.
so the worst part of the awful hoarder sty I’ve trapped myself in is my wardrobe, for many many reasons, and I keep putting off putting away my clothes, and it’s just this clusterfuck of nothing fits me, i can’t find the one thing i want, i had to buy another x because i swear i had one but can’t find it, why do i not own anything in my current size, everything is terrible, blargh.
and I did a big tidy-up not too long ago, I think, but looking back on it, it was like, months ago
so, I just spent like, two hours just going through the giant pile of clothing at the foot of my bed and uh. wow. I kind of. Like, everything in the world is sort of better now?
Amazing. Mostly, it’s amazing what a moron I am. But anyway. In conjunction with getting some sewing done with the stuff I’ve been piling in the “remake this!” stack by my sewing machine, I actually feel like I’ve made a lot of headway toward bringing my overall level of anxiety back into line?
This is what I get for taking a day off work in which I’m not traveling anywhere. Basically every day off I’ve had for the past year has been spent either at the farm or going somewhere or doing something, and I have so little time just– at home– that I spend every weekend I’m off pacing in frantic circles worrying about how to do something effective and not squander my precious, rare, irreplaceable free time.
Like… I already take shitloads of unpaid days off work, and i earn so little that what’s one more day?? Taking today off is literally costing me seventy dollars before taxes. Not driving across the state and back is saving me almost that same amount.
Also, unrelatedly, Chita is having a dream that is making her paws twitch and that is adorable.
