1st WK --> Analysis Paralysis :)

Wow….a week ago today……I started my unemployed life. BF’s…U probably think…”man if I had that opportunity…the things I would get done!”….yeah…well F-U! LOL I said the same thing……I had BIG plans …clean this…organize that….donate all that stuff…..figure out what I need to fix that……and so on. Well…I can honestly say…I think I have analysis paralysis!!

What I mean by this is I find myself sitting and thinking (okay….laying in bed…..) of what to attack next. After much inner-debate…. & few episodes of ER, Judging Amy, NYPD Blue, Charmed…I realize I’m hungry & the pupsters need to go potty…so off we go down the hall (needs vacuuming), pups outside…tea, toast for me, pups in…treats all-around (because everyone should be rewarded for going pee)…back down the hall, past what used to be the yoga room (and is currently a room filled with boxes of all kids of shit)…..& back to bed.

Could U refuse the comforts of this?
1200 ct sheets, 8 king-size pillows. I think NOT!

Anywho……I have managed to start clearing the Buddha room, but of course got caught up in looking at old photos… gifts I needed to organize for future gift –giving (yes, I’m one of those nauseating people who shop yr round for special gifts & squirrel them away ).

I have a huge headache! …..Not sure if its from all the crying?....or the stress of waiting for my comps results….or the CONSTANT arguing with “person who shall still remain nameless”…about when he will move out….what he will take with him….why I am such an uncaring bitch, who can take that BLOG & shove it up her ass, & how he will pay back the $$$$ he owes. Where does one start? It’s only been 3 yrs that our items have co-mingled….but its still a pain in the ass to figure out what kitchen shit belongs to who?...which cd’s, DVD’s, office items, & misc. items stay or go.

My Buddhist beliefs remind me of impermanence, but that seems easier said than done during times like this. It is hard to fathom I am asking someone to leave my home when I have no anticipated income, or plan of attack. After thinking about this last nite…I also realize how it drives home how deep the need must be for me……sacrifice the $ he does contribute to avoid the negative, almost abusive interactions.

WTF….I guess I will trust the universe ….there is a reason for everything….I just have to wait to find this one out. Tomorrow I think I will scan some old pics I crossed paths with as I was cleaning today...Peace my BF’s………