I'm making so much effort to decisively de-clutter,after years of indecision & shifting muddled paper piles.
I can visualise the Zen-like simplicity I aspire to, but I'm clambering into a spare room full of muddled papers. It seems impossible to know where to start.
I've switched off the radio & television.
I've already eaten a huge breakfast.I'm a chronic stress eater, baled up on Twitter, trying to stay out of the kitchen to stick to yesterday's new resolve.
I have such a strong urge to go and buy a shredder on my credit card.
I product search...$$$!!!??? Which one? My pile is so huge, would a home shredder cope?
I long to load a deeply meaningful screensaver,and a Trojan virus warning leaps onto the screen.
Mother rings for the third time...alone...wanting to tell me how good her day is going.It would be so tempting to shift my self-irritation onto her, but I've been here before too many times to deceive myself.
I saw her mail muddled across her table yesterday, ruefully musing on the reality that my paper muddles go way back!
I still haven't mastered the goal I wake up every morning determined to achieve.
I should be planning the next week's perfect plan...
I want to end today liberated from this cycle.
I feel locked in rigid armour.
How do I ever get past this too familiar stressful inertia on a sunny Sunday morning?
