I'm so frustrated. I feel like I got nothing accomplished today at all. Heck. I didn't accomplish anything today. At. All.
It rained today, so it's probably a good thing I didn't plan on painting anything. The humidity reading is 99% tonight. Blech. I don't do well with humidity. I'm hoping to get out there and get things finished up tomorrow, if I can, but the forecast calls for wind, so we'll see. Painting outside when it's windy is a bit counter productive.
I realized the other day that I never gave an update on The Rock. It was the one that I couldn't decide, if I was going to throw away or keep. I really struggled with it, taking it out of the trash after I'd thrown it away and then throwing it once again. I decided to leave it in the trash bag overnight and take it out the next morning, if I decided to keep it.
I left it in the bag. By the next day, I'd all but forgotten it. I'd remembered it was in the bag when it was tossed, but by then the impulse to rescue it was gone. I'm finding that I can make better decisions sometimes, if I delay making the decision for 24 hours.
I know that delaying decisions is one of the things that got me into this mess in the first place, but i am finding that delaying the decision on a single thing really does help. I try to give myself no more than a day or two, but I find that when I go back to the item after I've had a break from it I know how I'm going to handle the situation.
Several months ago, I'd painted a small cupboard that had 2 doors below 2 small drawers with a hutch on top with glass shelves and doors. We had every intention of using it for part of a an entertainment center for the family room downstairs, but once it was painted and put in position, we realized it wouldn't work. It was going to go on one wall in the corner, and the bookshelf I have outside that I'm still working on was going to go on the other wall in the corner. However, the first one would block the view of the second one, and the second one is where the TV would be located.
Once I realized this, I tried for a couple of days to decide where I could use it. I realized that I couldn't. I decided I was going to get rid of it. We no longer needed it, and at the very least, I could get the money we'd put into it out of it. I told Bugster about it, and she loved it for her bedroom, because it really did look nice with the new paint job. She bought it for the $30 bucks I put into it, and I didn't have to mess with selling it.
Plus, I have a little more money to add to the Found Money Fund.
I'll take it.
Compulsive hoarding is a mental disorder that is just beginning to be understood. As a hoarder, I have acquired things over the years with a specific purpose in mind at the time of the acquisition, used some of those items for their intended purposes, forgotten the goal for different objects, but now that I find that they have outlived their purpose in my life I am struggling to rid myself of those same things.
You can read the start of my journey here.