Life I had always dreamt that I would get a job in a city far away from Bangalore, the city I grew up in and that I would live away from parents and learn to fend for myself in a distant city. Bangalore, the IT hub it is, attracts outsiders from all over the country with its various job opportunities. So I stayed in my home city with a corporate job.
No matter how hard I try, there will always be piles of stuff in my house. They may be contained on the newly-cleared-and-almost-all-put-away desktop Actually, I probably shouldn't have brought that up, since the icons on my desktop include wedding planning the event was in and several shortcuts to the same empty New Folder.
They occupy the corners of my garage, and the theoretically-open-spaces where the garbage and recycling bins reside. Some of them are items meant for those cans; they must have arrived when the cans were full or out on the street. It's not trash, for that would smell.
This morning, though, I noticed a pile of papers which are of no further use to us.
I suppose I should have bent down and put them in the bin. I see a mess and I recognize the mess and I shrug my shoulders. An organizing web site I visited suggested that I retrain myself to act if it will take two minutes or less, and I've had some small successes with that approach.
I am lacking consistency, and therein lies the problem. I've had irrigation issues and planting sessions and run two GRIN events. Those facts are obvious to the naked eye. It's not that there aren't places for these items to go. I created them when I established this outpost. It's just that by the time I'm done squatting and re-tubing and carrying and lifting I'm too exhausted to take the time to bend and lift and shake out and put away.
I should probably stop working ten minutes before I hit total fatigue, but that's not my nature. And so, the piles sit. I picked up almost everything from my closet floor last week, although you'd never know it by what is there right now.
Even when it should be easy for me, I don't seem to do it. My parents weren't like this. I don't remember my mother picking up after me so I must not have been like this when I was young.
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