Tonight on TLC's Hoarding: Buried Alive the organizer asked the hoarder what was going on with his house.
"It's broken."
"Why is that?"
"Because I'm broken."
This man meant it literally - he'd had an aneurysm. But those words rang so true to me. My issues with hoarding, with finances, with weight; I am convinced they are all related. All symptoms of the same thing. Something inside me needs to be fixed. I will never win the battles with clutter or debt or weight, until I deal with whatever it is that's causing them.
It hasn't been a good few days on the progress front. Not horrible, I did get some stuff done. Mostly upkeep stuff - dishes, laundry. Just stuff that keeps it from getting worse.
The only real progress: I finally finished sorting the pile of mail.
Geez, written down it looks like such a little thing. But it was a decent sized pile. Nothing had been sorted since I went into the hospital on June 2. Still, I should've gotten more done.
I think tomorrow I will use the radio. See if that helps me be more productive.
