Why is it, whenever I want a glass of water, my Brita is empty, a cup of coffee, my Keurig is empty, hungry, my refrigerator is empty...? I always seem to bump into this problem and never seem to fix it. This is some course I obviously missed in high school...Adulting 101...and am learning it the hard way. Perhaps I am just lazy, like I look like I am (at home). No one at my work would ever call me lazy. As a matter of fact sometimes I think I am defunct of energy when I come home due to the fact I waste it all at work. In the work place I am considered to be overly organized, to have a strong work ethic, "a beast" under pressure. My work space must be clean to be able to work. Funny how my life space is messy and my life is the same.
When I turned 40 I felt I was in control of my future, newly single, living on my own, bright future shining in my shaded eyes. That decade moved so fast it has literally hit me in the ass, as it slammed the door and 50 shoved it's presence in my face. Grey hair, aches, pains, osteoarthritis, menopause, night sweats, hot flashes, wrinkles, whiskers, blurring vision...all a few of the lovely signs of being around for half a century. I woke up this morning, after limping for weeks on my arthritic knee, in agony from yet another ailment - sciatica. I guess falling asleep on my couch in a weird position can hurt your lower back which results in an extremely sore left (or right, depending on the case) buttock. I woke to feel the result of the previous decade's door slamming right on my ass.
So why is it I can't organize and control my life like I do for work? I don't even mentally feel like a 50 year old, and perhaps my maturity level never went past my mid to late twenties. It's like laundry. No one like doing it, but once it's done, it's wonderful. The same thing is said for cleaning your bathroom, or any room in your house. I always get distracted when I clean, especially if I wanna change things up and move my furniture around. When I was a kid, I used to do this in my little 10 x 10 bedroom. I would put everything in the middle of the floor, go through each item to toss or save, and organize it all on my shelves or in my drawers. Draw out a floor plan of my room and furniture, and move around my bed and dresser and bookshelf. Sometimes I would be up until 4am, when I finally woke up, it was like a brand new life, and me! I have done that in my under 600 square foot apartment many times, but it always takes me forever. Perhaps I haven't done it in awhile because I know the outcome will only be physical. A "new life" and a "new me" doesn't exactly work out the same as when you were 14 years old.
As I write this my apartment is in need of "a new life" but I again am distracted. It's Christmas and it should get a little uplift, dusting, vacuuming, laundry, etc. It's not like this blustery day is calling for me to ignore the chores and enjoy the wing on my face. God knows how far I'd get before my knee starts to explode or my ass starts to ache. Regardless, I am going to avoid cleaning again. I hope the wind will rejuvenate me, perhaps give me a little more energy to organize my life space, refill my Brita and Keurig.
I always enjoy reading your blogs. It gives me a little more insight into what's going on in your life and yourself that FB doesn't. Although sometimes when I read someones blog I almost feel like I'm reading their diary which is a bit creepy and feels like I'm snooping lol.But then again they're blogging to be read at least I'd assume so. As long as you blog you'll have at least one reader lol. Oh and as to the aging thing, getting old is not for the faint of heart. The aches and pains never seem to go away but you do learn how to deal with them. A sense of humor helps!
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