It's Time

It's bad, really bad. My yard, my garage, my home, every drawer, cabinet and closet. Entire rooms (the kids). All are in need of attention, all are calling my name. The crawlspace? Don't ask.

It's overwhelming, daunting. I can't take it anymore.

OK, before your imagination runs away and images from the TV show Hoarders are dancing in your head, it's not that bad.

See? It's not that bad. 

Just kidding. If that were my house, I'd be writing this from a padded room. 

But for me, "a neat freak", it's not good, it's not healthy, it doesn't make me proud, it doesn't make me happy. It's a weight I carry around and I'm SO done.

This isn't the home I dreamed of, it can be though. It can be. It will be. With time, a lot of hard work and as little money as possible, it will be. It will be.

All I have to do is quit my job (gulp) and get to work. One day at a time. One piece of space at a time.

Here I go.