So, I'm running behind.  Story of my life.  I honestly think I will be late to my own funeral, seriously.  I'm even contemplating putting it into my will, wheel me in half an hour late. 

We are moving.  It's only around the corner, but still, we are moving.  We've got years of junk that we are trying to go through, before we move.  And it overwhelms me.  Like seriously overwhelms me.  To the point of I just want to pull up the covers and hide overwhelms me.  I don't like this feeling.  Nope, not at all.

This weekend we were able to go through a closet.  This was a serious achievement because the closet had several rubbermaid tubs in it.  We got rid of a bunch of junk.  Yay!  This week, I need to go through the other closets.  One of them has all of my sewing stuff in it.  Yeah, that's gonna be wicked.  All of my "someday" fabric.  That's going to be really hard. 

Then we need to box up the downstairs.  Oh man, the downstairs......yeah.  No. 

Then, I start thinking about this.  We have wanted to downsize for a long time.  This is actually our chance.  We can weed out the stuff we haven't used in forever, and just move what we actually do use.  It might just work this time.  Might.  Maybe.

I know once this is over, it will be so much better.  I get that.  I am looking forward to that.  I just don't like the getting there part.  And because I don't like the getting there part, I dawdle.  And when I dawdle, I get behind, which puts me back to the beginning, only now I am even more behind.