May Goals

It's been a LONG time since I set some goals on this silly little blog.

I looked back at my May goals from last year and I only accomplished 2 out of 3 of them. (If you're too lazy or too cool to click the link: I bought new sneakers, crossed something of The List, but only walked 26 of 31 miles.)

So this May I thought I would revisit some of those goals.

1. Walk/run 31 miles.
2. Add something to the 30 While 30 list.
3. Donate/trash/recycle 100 things in an effort to declutter.

And...go.

 

Extreme Home Makeover: "Everyday A" Edition

For the longest time, my dining room housed an empty round table, a disorganized brown bookcase, and a CD collection.  After the second flooding of my apartment, I moved my computer onto the dining room table and it slowly became an inefficient workspace.

Two trips to IKEA later and I have assembled an organized, usable, and grownup home office area that will double as a crafting space when I am feeling inspired. 

I have officially accomplished goal #18 on The List!

Here is the evidence:

BEFORE

AFTER

BEFORE

AFTER

BEFORE

(I had already moved the dining room table out.)

AFTER

I love how the room came together.  It makes me want to hijack a box truck and a strong man to help me redo all the other rooms in my apartment.

Symbolic Socks

When I began this blog I was writing about myself, my happenings, my thoughts and observations about the world.  To me, it was entertaining and engaging.  But it seems as if I have lost all my life/writing mojo because I've quickly gone from drawing a comparison between minivan drivers and Mario Kart characters to this:

...writing a post about how throwing away old socks is symbolic.  Feel free to never read this blog again.

I own so many socks.  How many you ask?  So many that in the rare instance that ALL of my socks are clean at the same time, they more than overflow their assigned dresser drawer.  That being said, the likelihood that all of my socks are clean at one time is slim to none. 

But regardless of how infrequently I do laundry, I always have at least half a dresser drawer full of socks.  Which leads me to believe two things.  1. I never wear socks (which is not true unless it is flip flop season).  2. I don't wear half of the socks I own.

Number 2 is true. 

So in an effort to declutter my life, I started with my sock drawer.  I threw away all the socks that had no match, all the socks that had holes, all the socks that were threadbare, and all the socks that I don't wear because they slip down my heels and into my shoes while I walk.  I didn't count how many I threw away because that would be a tad OCD but trust me...it was a lot. 

Over the next few days weeks months I intend to declutter the rest of my closet and my entire apartment.  Hopefully with less stuff I will be able to be more organized....a feat I have yet to achieve as an adult (or as a child for that matter.)

Eventually I plan to maintain a type of domestic homeostasis.  One item in...one item out.