In The Beginning.......

My name is Gayle. I like to believe that I am a fairly average, middle-aged, over worked and under paid person. I am, among other things, which you will find out later, a very good procrastinator and collector of clutter, or crap, as I call it. I excel at it and have perfected it. It speaks, no yells, at me constantly wanting my attention. Demanding to be dealt with, organized, made all pretty. Everywhere I look, there is a pile of stuff calling my name. It has become a monster, my worst nightmare. And I have had some that are really, really scary. The voices are always there. Reminding and nagging me. Come do this. Did you do that? What about tomorrow? What needs to be done again, still? What happens if this, or that? Me next. No me, no me, pick me. On and on, never ending array of voices beckoning me, guilting me, antagonizing, name calling, threatening. Well, you can get the picture. And yes, I alone, created it. (I probably had some help from kids and husband.) As always, I have good intentions of getting to it and organizing, straightening and tossing out. (You know what they say about good intentions.)


This will be my story. A story of my journey down this never before travelled road. It is an idea that will take the shape of a year long commitment on my part starting January 1, 2010. Did I say commitment? Oh, god! It will also be a strange mixture of my desires, passions and ideologies, that hopefully, will be part lifestyle change and part science experiment. My intent is to find peace and to calm the voices. Get healthy. And along the way clear all the crap that has become a huge, seemingly insurmountable mountain in my home and life.


I read a quote that says...."Any change, even a change for the better, is always accompanied by drawbacks and discomforts." I expect that there will be a lot of those in this year. I welcome you to follow my progress, trials and tribulations on this journey. Hopefully, it will be encouraging to those of us who are crippled by this affliction, odd and strangely funny to those who aren't. So, here I go, the reluctant organizer, on my trip into the dark and scary unknown. To calm the voices and clear the crap.