This is, like, not exactly news to those who know me. OTOH…I hate a dirty house. I hate chaos around me. I have a fairly sensitive nose and I hate stinky stuff.
I’ve struggled for years to figure why I hate it so much when I love the result so much…and have finally realized: housework requires the ability to make decisions fast of what to keep, what to throw away, where to put it…in other words…my greatest weaknesses. I have trouble making a decision what to order at a restaurant. To have a “place” for something requires categorizing it…and all too often “categories” for me overlap. A “logical spot” for something one day isn’t necessarily a “logical spot” for me another day.
In order to get rid of something, you have to determine it’s no longer useful. That’s…hard for me. One of my most developed skills is recognizing possibilities. That’s kinda part of being a writer of complex stories. It’s too easy for me to see how to put weird stuff together to make something useful or maybe just cool. What ifs are WAY too easy to imagine.
Carolyn has a similar way of seeing the world, which means we tend to get stalled out shedding stuff over and over and it gets harder and harder to do that simple pull out the vacuum or broom or duster, clean and be done with it.
The question now is…can I translate this newly realized causality into the ability to close my eyes and just toss it out?
I sure hope so.
Happy late Halloween, everyone.