Reorganizing. I'm always reorganizing my home, my stuff and my life. I started this process once again two weekends ago with the realization that I will be right back here where I started. I suppose that I hang on to things because I think I will need them later or I don't want to be wasteful. Sometimes it's just hard to let go- you know? The truth is that I am stuck in the same place because I may not be as thrifty as I think, a sentiment I struggle with on my own every other week or month, it seems. The husband isn't so concerned as we both earn a paycheck doing what we do, but I'm so ready to move forward with another chapter of our lives, which will probably involve me reorganizing again in some way, shape, or form.
I once read somewhere that cleaning and organizing can be therapeutic, just like writing or doing anything that requires your complete focus. This was definitely one of those therapeutic experiences, especially since I should have been doing my homework. I must admit that I too cave into social pressures. Here I am going to school and working on a degree, paying a mortgage on a home, and living a rather normal life, aside from being a Sailor which is completely unconventional. I struggle with the polar opposite sides of myself, wanting to do nothing at all at times and knowing that the life I rarely mention in too much detail is inexplicably burdensome and mostly irrelevant to anybody who might still be reading this here blog.