If you’ve read back on my blog you may remember this pic. It is my garage. As I looked at it last week a line sprang to mind from one of my all time favourite movies ‘The Princess Bride’. My garage is the pit of despair, only there’s no albino working in it, and it has a regular door instead of a magic tree knot. But I digress … our garage has been a version of this kind of messy since our renovation began over a year ago. Every time we needed to make space for a new phase of renovation, it went into the garage. Don’t know where to put that? Oh! … in the garage! Yes, we had a garage sale, and I never would have managed that out with the amazing Mrs CanDo! But a lot was left over from the garage sale, and I felt stuck.
Here’s the thing … our renovation was completed almost a year ago, and the garage has paralysed me ever since. This week I had an epiphany. The mess in the garage is holding me back from moving on with some amazing opportunities this year. It’s taking up a significant amount of real estate in my head, and even when I have time to relax or an exciting new project, my mind is still occupied with “the garage”.
SO … last night, it got to about 10pm and I was exhausted, but “the garage” was weighing extra heavy on my mind. “Stuff it” I thought to myself … and down I went, into the pit of despair! In less than an hour I managed to wrangle all the loose stuff left over from the garage sale into empty boxes. Everything is now packed and ready to go, and I tell you … I had the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long, long time! Now all that’s left is to load it all into the car and deliver it to op shops all over town, with some books going to my Mum’s library and my nephew’s school. I have a table of goodies that will go on Gumtree, and the tubs for keeping will be put into storage. If I really knuckle down I will be able to drive my car into my garage by next weekend.
Procrastination is something I am very good at, and it comes from a place of perfectionism. Have a little think about it … is there a task that you have been putting off that is taking up your headspace? Do you find it difficult to enjoy a bit of me-time because in your mind you know you should knock over this particular task? I regret fighting it for so long. I wish I’d just gone in there every day and dealt with one box a day. But my inner perfectionist thought it needed to be done perfectly all in one hit … silly inner perfectionist … she’s on notice now!