making changes

Time for Change….Sort of

on April 7, 2008

I love change. I thrive on change. I need change. As proof, let me give you a timeline of my relocations since high school graduation. These are years in which I either moved across town or across states but they all signify a major change.

1990 – Ohio to Pennsylvania (ok, it was 45 minutes from home but it counts)
1993 – moved across Pittsburgh
1994 – Pennsylvania to Tennessee
1995 – moved across Nashville
1997 – Tennessee to Arkansas (don’t hold it against me)
1998 – moved across Perry County
2001 – Perry County to Conway County
2004 – Arkansas to Virginia
2005 – moved to current apartment in Virginia

Now, you may notice a pattern here. The last time I moved was 2005. Which means I’m due for a move this year. But as mentioned in the previous blog, I’ve decided NOT to move. However, the urge is still there. The little gypsy soul in me is not liking this stay put thing. So, I’m trying little changes to appease the nomad.

As mentioned, we’re starting with paint. I’m picking up tons of those little paint cards and I need to tape them on the walls so I can see what I want to do. It’s tough. I’ve never actually made a paint decision before. Have I mentioned my struggle with commitment? No? Well, that will have to be a blog for another day.

I’m also moving furniture around. My living room is quite small and I’ve somehow managed to accumulate more crap than I can fit. Which is strange since when I moved into this apartment, I had two beds, one end table, a couple of bookshelves and an entertainment center. Right now I’m running on tiny spurts of motivation which has resulted in three pieces of furniture moved and my couch just hanging in the middle of the room. Here’s hoping I get more motivation soon.

There are also plans to move a couple of pieces in my bedroom (again) and possibly make a major purchase. Hey, I’ve had this little television of mine since 1996. I’m entitled to a new one and in this day and age, why buy a 70lb old-fashioned monster when you can buy a flat panel? That picture above may be taking up residence in my home very soon. *g*

Do you like change or are you one of those people who wishes everything would stay the same? If you like change, what do you do when the voices in your head start demanding new surroundings? Anybody out there moved more than I have in the last 18 years or so? Maggie? I know you’re out there. Help me out.

Clearing the Clutter

on January 30, 2008

I think I need to change my room around. I realize you have never seen my room nor do you care where I put my furniture, but stay with me. I’m a person who needs to feel in control. (Notice I say “to feel in control” because I’m not stupid enough to think anyone is really *in* control.) And I need organization, a minimal amount of clutter, to feel in control. I’m not a neat freak, my shelves are dusty, but I am having more and more trouble dealing with clutter the older I get. To be honest, I’m becoming more anal. So not good.

I’ve let things get out of hand. It seems like no matter how much crap I throw away, more appears. Where does this shit come from? It’s giving me anxiety attacks and those are just not fun for me. Call me crazy.

So, the other night when I couldn’t fall asleep (for the umpteenth time though I’m exhausted), I realized I need to change things up. If I move things around then I have to clean up the clutter. Maybe even eliminate some. So that’s the plan. I need to take back control over my *stuff* in order to get rid of the anxiety which is the only way I’m going to get unstuck in the writing.

Yeah, did I mention this all has to do with the writing? I’m not lucky enough to have an extra room I can use as an office so my desk and comp are in my room. It’s plenty big enough but I’m tired of looking at that darn wall. I need light – natural light. So the desk is going between the windows. That should help. And I’m clearing off all the clutter that has nothing to do with writing and it just taking up space.

I’m keeping my fingers crossed this will unlock the door to my stories and get my fingers flying across the keyboard again. I think about the stories all the time but when I sit at my desk, everything shuts down. It’s got to be the desk. Gosh, I hope it’s the desk.

What do you think? Would a shake up do me good? Or am I fooling myself? What do you do when you need a change? And please tell me I’m not the only one with multiplying clutter.