Last week at this time I looked around my apartment and went to bed, in tears. I was tired. The weather was cold and rainy and I had just finished with a crazier-than-usual-week-in-2020. Not a bad week, in any way, just a busy one.
I am NOT a natural organizer/cleaner I love the organization. I love clean. I even enjoy organizing. But it is never at the top of my priority list. And cleaning? I love it after it’s done lol.
There are three main places in my “world”: my home, my classroom, and my car. If 2 out of the 3 are not a disaster, I’m good. But last weekend? I had left on Friday and left a messy room. I drove home in a messy car and yep, but by the time I was done with my Saturday commitments I was finally able to take in what a mess my apartment was.
It all looked insurmountable. It FELT insurmountable. Usually, at this point, I call my sister. We chat, I show her my disaster and start working on it while we catch up. She does the same when there is a mountain of laundry or dishes to slog through.
But last Saturday, I didn’t even want to do that.
Besides, I still had lesson plans to do, papers to grade, grades to enter….and that was just the school responsibilities.
I kept telling myself that if I just did a little every day, it would get done…..
And that was the way I got through this week. Literally 10 minutes at a time. Set a time. Do something for 10 minutes. Something, anything, that would make my life easier by this weekend.
I wasn’t really operating on faith. I was operating on “that’s all I’ve got right now.”
And somehow….it worked.
Is everything perfectly wonderful? No, but my laundry is done and I’ll have clean sheets when I get back in two weeks. There is NO food that can go bad in my refrigerator and there are things in the freeze and cupboard I can eat without having to go grocery shopping when I get back. Did the presents get wrapped before they got sent out? No, but they’ll get there by Christmas.
Even with a major Canvas disaster, the grades and all of the comments are done and in.
I didn’t get thank you notes written, but I have put all of the tags in a pile so I know where to start.
Ten minutes at a time. So much better than nothing. No much better than I thought. We can do big things in small steps. Especially if that is all that we can do.