As I mentioned in my last post, the fact that a bunch of people, most of whom I did not know, were coming to my house for dinner motivated to finally get shit done around here. It looked great.

And here’s the thing – it took that external motivation, that drop dead date, that unavoidable circumstance to get me to do it. Why? Because I’d let it go so long that just the thought of trying to do it, no matter how slow, or how little bit at a time I might consider approaching it, seemed utterly overwhelming.

But now that everything is caught up, and things are generally in a good place, it’s SOOOOOO much easier to keep them there than it ever was to get them there. You fellow neurodivergent folks will understand.

Vacuuming is so much easier when there are so few dust bunnies and pet-fur-tumbleweeds that you don’t have to empty the vacuum twice per room. And cleaning the tub is so much easier when it’s just a few days of muck. And keeping the kitchen straight is so much easier when the counters aren’t covered in stuff. Dusting – still not so much. But baby steps, right?

I’m not going to wax poetic and pretend like it isn’t still possible that I will get overwhelmed by things again in the future and find myself in a kind of paralysis to move forward and get anything done, but at least for the time being I’m in a good spot.

I’ll take it.