Hang on, you’re thinking, didn’t she already do Day 97. Well, you’re right. I’m stuck on Day 97. I’ve had a sinus headache since Saturday that’s kept me from doing much of anything except keeping my head very very still while eating carbs off my children’s plates and hoping for a face transplant. Sure there are more productive things I could do like taking medicine or drinking orange juice but that would require more tilt of the head than I care to do.
And since I’ve had lots of time to think and no energy to declutter, I propped my laptop up at eye level and decided to blog instead. Lately, I’ve been questioning the 100 things 100 days format. Would I do it the same way again?
I was beginning to think I should have imposed a looser time frame as in 100 things, 100 (or so) days. The deadline is making me twitchy. I’ve started running all sorts of Day 100 movies on the film projector in my head.
In one, I’m releasing 100 balloons to the ceiling surrounded by my loving husband, adoring children and minimalist art. For some reason the scene alway takes place in front of this couch:
In another, I find myself alone in an empty room staring forlornly at the scuff marks on the sofa we actually own and missing the bobble heads. But worse by far is the scene where I open the door and 10,000 things come pouring back in and one month later I’m reading my own blog for tips.
The truth is that none of these scenarios is likely. I love having 9,700 fewer things, but it will never be finished and there will always be scuff marks on something. I hope that I have gained the insight to live a little more purposefully, and I’m looking forward to blogging about that, and about my ongoing relationship with decluttering.
But first, Sudafed. Then Day 98, 99 and 100!