Let's face facts: if I allow myself to think about the giant heap of castoffs waiting for me to sort and decide their fates, I will get depressed.
If I think about how much stuff is already packed into that space, especially my art area, and how much I long for a little more room to breathe out there, I might even cry.
So, fiddle dee dee. I won't think about those things. Instead, I will cue up the Rocky theme song, feast my eyes on these clean, neat and super organized spaces, and pump myself up to work some magic.
|Better Homes and Gardens|
Yo, I'm feeling so much better now. It might take me a full 15 rounds, but I will TKO that mess and whip my garage into an organizational prize fighter.
Honestly, though, I am not aiming for perfection. Especially in my art space, I'm willing to accept some cheerful clutter. If I can get it looking like this, I'll be happy enough to dance on the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art.
|This would be perfect, thank you very much. Red Shoes|