I have been aching to do some spring cleaning for about a month now. I have daydreamed about throwing unnecessary clutter in the trash. I have picked out a new area rug to buy and made a list of summer sewing and painting projects. Sometimes, when I close my eyes to sleep at night, I can picture what it would be like to go through drawers, closets, and shelves.
And, of course, now that the end of the semester has come, my classes' grades are submitted, and I have no set schedule, I keep putting it off. For the next day, I can blame it on my thesis revisions. But after that, I have no excuses. I think that because I've set up this idea in my mind that everything must be rummaged through and reorganized, the enormity of the task daunts me.
My husband is helping me realize I can start small. He fixed up the fancy header at the top of our blog and says that it's probably time to sleep now, even though our blog reformatting isn't completely finished. We'll clean up around here for the next day or so. And then I'll actually have to get out the broom and the vacuum and get to work.