Brief Proud Moment June 06, 2002 - 8:04 p.m.

I've been meaning to write about an accomplishment that I did this past weekend. But every time I sat down at the keyboard other things came out. Or nothing at all, obviously. Realizations occurred and suddenly my 'accomplishment' was meaningless.

But I suppose I should still mention it. Because it was important to me after I did it even if it doesn't seem like much to other people.

As I've said before, my house is a complete mess. Piles and piles of boxes stacked to the ceiling. An excessive amount of unused furniture, typically covered in bags or boxes as well. Most rooms inaccessible due to all the extra crap.

It's been very hot lately, and the only escape is in the basement, which is the worst place, clutter wise. An entire room (the only section close to usable) flooded with cardboard and forgotten objects and pieces of furniture that had many uses despite their empty appearance. This was my room. My task. My one goal I was going to make myself reach regardless of how discouraging everything seemed. But where to start? This is pretty overwhelming, after all. The only thing I had to work with in the beginning - A 5 inch wide path from the middle of the room, to the opposite wall, where there's a light. If you wanted to be cheesy, you could call it the 'light at the end of the tunnel'. You can. I won't go that far.

I started moving boxes. Re-boxing the ones that were crushed or falling apart. Stacking heavier, larger boxes on the bottom. Trying to figure out why they hadn't been stacked correctly in the first place. Put together a utility shelf that I found amidst the junk, and filled it will random boxes. Dusted, with scented polish no less. Brushed the floor. Yeah, I said brushed. We can't run the vacuum... if I knew where the damn thing was anyhow. So I was on my hands and knees with a dustpan and a whiskbroom thingy. Moved furniture around. I'm sure you've got the gist of it by now.

I started this around 5p.m. 9 rolls around and my mom asks if I'm hungry, I say I'm starving. I look at my watch again and it's 11:30. I take a break and get some food. Go back to work and don't stop till I've finished.

I reached my goal.

I now have a room with function. There's a bookshelf with videos and books next to a recliner. A coffee table. A tv and stereo. A dresser. A chair with a rolling footstool. Beside that a light and a desk shelf thingy. A dresser with some of my extra clothes and sheets. A desk with a nice rolling chair and ANOTHER light next to it. Lots of floor space. If I plan it out some more, I can even add a functioning couch and loveseat to that list. I think my biggest joy in this, is that I now have TWO lights as well as electronic entertainment, all in the same room. And the floor space... that's a HUGE oddity.

That's my accomplishment. That's my one big thing that I finally felt good about, and motivated to do, and finished. That's my one big thing that quickly seemed to not make a difference.

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