I've made a realization.
I am crazy "like a loon on loon tablets".
Some of you are thinking to yourselves, "Dang, I could have saved her some brain power and told her that a long time ago."
Those of you who do (or have) know(n) me best know that my memory is crazy. I remember the wackiest things. I can't remember what day it is, but I can remember stories you told me ten years ago about what your parents were going to name you before they settled on your real name. Or how your childhood pet died. Random stuff.
Anyway, I've gone nuts. I set out to clean my house and three minutes into doing something, I'm distracted by something else I need to do and I stop what I'm doing so I can go do that, but on the way to that task, I see something else that I need to do and I start working on that. On and on and on like that. And before I know it, I've spent all day "working" on something, but I have no idea what I've done. I can't even remember what I've tried to do. I certainly haven't made a noticible dent in anything.
So I've come to the conclusion that having so much to do just makes me feel overwhelmed and in turn makes me crazy and miserable. My memory doesn't even work anymore and I think it's because I have a constant list of things I need to be doing that's running through my head like a news ticker. My memory skills are spent trying to remind myself what all I need to do--there's no room for anything else.
I'm going to try to accomplish a couple of things each week and stick to those things without getting sidetracked.
This week, I think I'll work on decluttering my master bedroom and finishing sorting through my clothes for stuff to give away to Goodwill. Keep me accountable. Ask me how that's going.
Not that you care.
But that's that.
In other news, I signed up for a Bible study on Sunday. Anyone done that one? I like her studies, and it starts next month at the church I've been visiting. I thought it would be a good way to meet a few people.