Why is it that I seem to have the ambition to do the harder, more mundane household tasks on weekdays than I do on weekends? And why in the world would I talk myself out of doing some of those "hard things" when I work from home and can interchange weekday-work with weekend-chores as long as my job gets done?
I stumbled onto this hidden treasure trove of energy on "Friday mornings". Anything I must do that will result in sweating or getting dirty is done Friday morning before I wash my hair. My scope of work is not large and anything I choose to do has time limitations.
Eureka! Having to complete a task before a set time is a game changer. Long gone are the days when I devoted entire weekends to house cleaning, organizing, de-junking and basic "seasonal cleaning". I do much better with time constraints.
The addition of a new filing cabinet spurred on a flurry of ambition this past Sunday afternoon. I cleaned and organized until I was satisfied, then even put in several hours of work Sunday night. Getting to work in my office Monday morning was almost fun.
Except, I still had ONE shelf in the closet to empty out so I could utilize it for office storage. The "clearing out" part was simple. The hard part was making space for the bedding I had stored on the shelf.
I woke up yesterday morning, looked up at the shelf and thought "There is no better time than 'now' to clear space for all this shelf holds". I went straight downstairs and started to work. I couldn't take on the entirety of emptying our wall full of shelving in the laundry room but I DID empty, clean and sort through at least one third of it.
I emptied and washed down the shelf in my office closet, moved the contents downstairs into the storage space I created, then came back upstairs to find this:
As soon as I started loading the shelving with items not related to cats, my furry friend ran off. And this was the final result:
Atop the filing cabinet sits the only personal touch within my home office business space. A quote from Glennon Doyle, reminding me to just keep going. One foot in front of the other. Forward steps. Do not let perfectionism stop me in my tracks.
Setting foot in my office brings me joy. Yes, I continue to feel overwhelmed at times but having a semblance of control over my environment has made a vast difference in the way my days roll.
I woke up this morning and decided I didn't "have" to get up at 6:00 a.m. I wasn't trying to squeeze in a hair color before my day began so there was no need to get a head start on the day. Instead, I slept in until 7:00 a.m. What a rebellious act. Sleeping in on a weekday!
Two weekday mornings in a row, I tossed in a side order of "weekend" and my load feels a lot lighter.
That said, my lost hour has caught up with me. I must head into my most excellent office space and get the day started.
May you too, find "weekday hacks" to make your journey to the weekend just a little easier to bear.
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