You know you hate it. We all do.....and we all HAVE to do it. Most people I know put it off until there is no choice. It's either at the house, those pesky closets, knicks and cranys, or the garage...all that junk. But sometime we all have to face it.
And it's not just the obvious kinda cleaning. Nope this post is about the emotional kind. And I AM talking about cleaning. Not sorting or shifting - cleaning. Pulling out the things you've stashed away - anger, self doubt, hurt feelings - and looking at each and every one of them. Then doing something with all that stuff. You either accept it, throw it away or store it right back in that "spot" but you touch it , feel it and face it. One way or another.
I don' know about y'all but I procrastinate worse on that then I do the physical stuff. I ignore the crap, push it aside or so deep down into my soul that no one notices. Until it's too late. Then...I have no choice. It's cleaning time. It doesn't happen for me very often. Believe it or not, the last time that it was this bad for me was right after the move to Florida. (hmmmm cross country moves don't seem to work so well for me) By the time I finally raised my hand and said ENOUGH I realized I was just expecting too much from myself. Nasty divorce, move, leaving everyone and everything I'd ever known - even though it was something I really wanted to do - tough. All very tough. And it wasn't something that was corrected in short order. No - it took some time and a whole lotta effort. Just like anything in life that is worthwhile - I had to work at it.
It's one of the most painful thing to do. My biggest thing is self doubt. I have a horrible lack of self confidence. Oh, not professionally - personally. It's one reason why I really don't make friends all that easily in person. I'm afraid. I'm afraid of being rejected. I'm afraid of not measuring up. I'm afraid of being too different. Of being too, too, too Tammi.
And I do try to deal with that issue everyday. Mostly because I have to. I have to force myself to interact outside of work. That's how one finds balance. Joy. I want those things. So.....I push myself. But oh how the little things hurt. And it's those hurts that I put in those secret parts of myself. No one sees. No one knows. Oh - I'll share a bit now and again - but I'm a very emotional person. If I feel I feel VERY deeply. And that can be frightening to face. Hell - it scares me to death sometimes and I deal with it every day. No.....it's not a part of me that I let out very often.
We all get where we're going on different tracks. So basically no one can really understand. In other words - you have to fix it yourself. There's no bandaid, there's no miracle cure. It's hard work and want. Plan and simple want.
And who doesn't want to get past the crap? I was thinking last week I lost the joy. That joy that helps me see that silly silver lining. That joy that helps me laugh when there really isn't too much to laugh about. And then I had my wonderful weekend. And it helped. It helped to clear my thinking a bit. It put things back more into focus. But it also made me realize that I have more work to do.
So tell me.....how do YOU work through that emotional spring cleaning? Any suggestions?
Posted by Tammi at August 3, 2005 06:00 AMIt gets to the point that I sit down and cry, and cry and cry and cry and cry and cry.
Then I sit down and have some chocolate and cry some more.
Then I have gotten it all out of my system for another few months.
There is nothing like a good cry while moaning and bitching to yourself who bad you have it and how horrible life is to make yourself realize it's not that bad.
Posted by: Machelle at August 3, 2005 06:20 AMI pinch cute guys on the butt as they are walking by, always brings a smile to my face . . .
No, really I am an internalizer. I hold it all in and then one day I simply explode. Tears, screams, breaking things. I am good for a while after that. What really gives me a jolt out of my moods is the news that another young man or woman has died in service for our country. Their families have lost so much, that my troubles pale in comparison.
Posted by: Oddybobo at August 3, 2005 07:45 AMI attempt to hold it in, fail miserably and usually take it out on whomever happens to be near me. None of which helps because now I just feel guilty and loathe myself more. Eventually I get someone I can sit down with and talk to, let it all out, and I'm fine for a few more months. Sometimes it helps just to know someone else feels the *exact* same way I do!
Posted by: ktreva at August 3, 2005 03:25 PMI guess it helps that I have a very tight reign on my emotions. I get over things and let go really easily.
Posted by: Contagion at August 3, 2005 04:25 PMJudging by some things of late, I'm not sure I'm a good one to follow. I may be holding in too long, too well. Find a way to vent and work though that works for you, be it blogging, a drunk with a someone you trust to listen, or whatever.
Posted by: Laughing Wolf at August 3, 2005 06:59 PMI write. I sit down with Word and write and write and write... then hit delete.
Posted by: Bou at August 3, 2005 08:32 PMWow, we were going through a similar process, for similar reasons and with the same determination!
http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2005/07/starting-over-with-my-beloved-city.html
Posted by: michele at August 4, 2005 09:07 PM