The Climb

Just thought I'd sit for a moment this morning and say hello to whoever might still be out there. And to bore you with the details of my cleaning spree.

Well, I really wouldn't call it a spree. It was more like a puff of warm air after I had expected to create a hurricane of organizing frenzy.

It started out great. Day One I actually filled a thirty gallon trash bag with old mail, papers, ancient bills and receipts that were curled into unreadable little balls full of purse lint.

 I just sat on the couch and listened to music and tossed everything into a big laundry basket- to make it easier- and then transferred it to a trash bag when I was finished.

It felt really good. I filed papers that needed to be kept for awhile, such as bank statements, medical bills and legal stuff.

And current bills were given a home in a cute wire basket that looks identical to one I saw at Ballard Design, but which I  thriftily acquired at Goodwill.

 Just throwing that out there.

 I believe that having a aesthetically pleasing place in your home for not-so-emotionally-pleasing papers makes the hurt seem less invasive.

 Sorta.

Then on Day Two, I decided to bring sexy back to my bedroom, even though the golden oak bedroom suite screams the early '80's and the three deer antlers sitting on my dresser were only the first of many art projects that somehow made their resting place in my boudoir.

I emptied the night stands and tossed out old cough drops, forgotten novels and stray bullets.

I cleared off every surface so that my white-gloved hand could magically turn a disgusting shade of dust-bunny gray ...and all stray clothing, socks, and dog toys were placed in the bathroom until a suitable home was found for them.

I bought some Meyer's cleaning solution, although it was a bit pricey. I recently read a friend's blog that mentioned she adored the Meyer's Geranium scented spray.  I had to opt out for the Lavender scent when Walmart didn't seem to know what geranium was.

I'm still trying to decide if it smells like a Victorian flower garden or Miss Daisy's perfume.

But it did the job.

I even hoisted the heavy bed to a caddy-cornered position and hung new curtains- (not really new, but simply revived from the plastic tote in the back of the messy closet that never quite made it to the Day Three: Things To Do Today.)

Day Three: Rested.

Day Four: Rested.

Day Five:Rested.

Day Six: Ran errands.

And then after that, the days just kind of blurred into a giant FacebookPinterestNaptimeSnackingBlogReadingSlobfest.

 However, I decided that after the next few cups of coffee, an e-mail check, and a chocolate granola bar- I'm going to start cleaning the hall closet which consists of a water heater, twenty five board games, jigsaw puzzles, extra dishtowels, cotton balls and shampoo that nobody liked.

There's also a plunger, a hand vac and an old keyboard in there somewhere.

(crickets*...)

Well- there was going to be a picture posted here, but my internet sucks.

I'll check back sometime next week.
I better get started or my day will be half over before I get motivated.

So, I'll just leave you with my theme song for the day:
Thanks, Miley!

I can almost see it.
That dream I'm dreaming, but
There's a voice inside my head saying
You'll never reach it
Every step I'm takin'
Every move I make
Feels lost with no direction,
My faith is shakin'
But I gotta keep tryin'
Gotta keep my head held high

There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side
It's the climb

The struggles I'm facing
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes might knock me down, but
No I'm not breaking
I may not know it, but
These are the moments that
I'm gonna remember most
I've just gotta keep goin', and
I gotta be strong
Just keep pushing on...
Keep on movin'
Keep climbin'
Keep faith baby
It's all about, it's all about
The climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith, 

woah.