The tempest of my thoughts, contained in a simple page.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Dusting

I'm writing, for once, not because I'm procrastinating on my AP paper, or because I feel like getting out random emotions. Instead, I'm writing because I've decided something and I'm going to put it in typing so the few people who read my blog can be aware/hold me accountable.

Basically, I'm getting my life together.

Maybe it looks fine, but I've been putting off a lot of things, some bigger or smaller than others, and I want to just go ahead and clean them out. I'm dusting in all my corners, so to speak.

For instance, when I got home from church today (maybe that was what prompted it), I cleaned my room. Really cleaned it. Normally I straighten it, but this weekend I slacked off, and so I hung up all my jackets, threw away trash, and even replaced the freshness sphere-thingys in my fur boots that keep them from smelling bad. I pulled out the cash I have stored away in my drawer and counted out the amount I owed to my mom for stuff I'd bought in the past few weeks. I folded the sweatpants I have yet to give back to a friend and even put my friend's name on a Krispy Kreme coupon to remind myself to give it to her on Valentines Day.

And maybe most importantly, I promised myself I would do a few important things this week. After I finish this post, I'm going to send a friend an email I've been too chicken to send for a while. This week, I'm going to send my best friend her Christmas present (her CHRISTMAS present) that I still haven't sent. I'm going to pay my $25 dues for NHS and go back to tutoring at the middle school on Wednesdays after school.

That is, I'm going to try.
And I'm not going to get discouraged because of the 8-page paper that still needs to be written in the next 24 hours.
Or the fact that I need to seriously work at getting better sleep.
I'm not going to complain anymore about the fact that I'm genuinely unhappy at this school. My mom's probably tired of hearing an angry rant every time she asks about it.

It feels good to have a clean room, but more so to feel like everything else is getting cleaned up, too.

So if you're in my life right now, guys, feel free to ask me about it in the coming weeks. I need people to keep me accountable.

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